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Easily Convinced By Virginia Kane 1. It was dark in the cubicle at the bookstore, in spite of the illumination from the twenty inch color TV screen recessed into the wall opposite the cubicle's flimsy door to the hallway. I was sitting gingerly on the front edge of a cheap plastic lawn chair inside the cubicle, next to a six-inch diameter waist-high hole in the plywood partition separating each small viewing booth. The sudden rush of cool air passing through that hole indicated someone had opened the door to enter the viewing booth adjacent to mine. I nervously leaned forward on the edge of my seat to look into the next both, curious about my new neighbor. I saw a tall man's dark shadow pass the hole and approach the idle TV in the back of his booth I assumed his booth's TV was identical to mine. He inserted money into the apparatus' slot and the screen came to life. I clearly heard him repeatedly press the button to select a video to view. He must not have been too fussy, as it only took him a few seconds. He then slowly backed up until he stood right next to the hole in the partition. I saw the double white vertical stripe on the dark blue satiny athletic shorts he was wearing, banded white calf-high sport socks and sandals. From where I sat, I could see down into his booth fairly well in the light projecting from his TV, but I was unable to see upwards due to the angle of my view. As I gazed through the hole, I watched as he slowly lowered his satiny shorts, exposing a well-packed pair of silky nylon briefs. Seconds later, turning partway toward the hole he casually lowered the front of his briefs, exposing his cock to my view. I let the tip of my left forefinger rest on the lower perimeter of the hole, signifying my interest. He turned toward the partition fully and rested his naked, growing cock on top of my finger. I turned my hand over and cupped his cock in the crook of my palm, placing my thumb atop it, and gently stroked it. From above, I heard him ask me to kiss it, which I did. "Now, suck it a little." Before I did, I placed a partially unrolled rubber over just the head of it and wrapped my lips around it, just past the corona. Within a minute or so, it stiffened to substantial proportions within my mouth from my ministrations. As his cock hardened and grew I saw a brief flash of bright light, and knew he had taken a close-up shot of his cock planted inside of my mouth with his cell phone. I wasn't overly concerned. From his vantage point, the picture he took would give him of vague idea about me, but wouldn't reveal my identity, not that it mattered much. I wasn't concerned about being exposed to ridicule. No one in the world cared enough about me for me to be shamed about my homosexuality. My interest in pleasing men sexually by providing oral came about honestly by my being a simpering wimp, not refusing to indulge my older cousins while we were growing up. It had been half a year since I'd left home, if you could call it a home, and I didn't care a bit who found out about my penchant for providing willing men with oral sex. I thought I was pretty good at giving head. I'd done enough of it while living with my cousins. My mom had brought me into this world out of wedlock, while she was still in her teens, or so I'd been told, and the state's DCFS placed me with her parents when she was sent to a reform school for pushing drugs to her classmates in high school to support her addiction. When her father passed on from a heart attack, her older sister and brother-in-law took over. Her sister had to take over in order to keep the house she lived in since childhood. Grandma didn't last very long on her own. She was placed in a nursing home soon after grandpa died, while I was still a toddler. No love lost. I never knew my grandparents or my real mother, for that matter. I thought that my aunt and uncle were my parents until their two sons set the record straight while we were growing up. Those two conceited bastards convinced me I owed them something for barging in on their realm, adding the third youth bed to their cramped quarters without my having to share their menial chores with them, because I was such a frail lad, according to my aunt. I was so na?ve at the time I fell for their scorn and felt it would fare better for me if I acceded to their taunts. At school, they weren't protective of me. Instead, word got around that I'd give head rather than fight. Other guys at school, who weren't too choosey, would twist my arm and force me to submit. I did it so often I finally got caught by a teacher giving a fellow senior a blow job in a lavatory and got expelled. My two cousins, the fair-haired boys who could do no harm, both got to go away to college, of course, which finally relieved me of the dubious responsibility of satisfying their sexual cravings orally, obviating their need to violate the morals of any young ladies. With them not around to occupy my time, I soon became the local, convenient sperm depository, and got used to being called: "the faggot cocksucker who hangs out on the corner of 23rd and Wolcott". I became a moral disgrace to my aunt and uncle who advised me in clear language I'd be moving out on my own as soon as they could legally toss me out. I saved them the effort and soon left the neighborhood and headed for the suburb where my mom was last known to reside, hopeful to reunite with her somehow, and leave my unsavory youth behind. Soon, I discovered that living on your own isn't easy, nor is finding someone who is long gone and doesn't wish to be found. I needed to eat to survive, and winter was approaching. Being somewhat short, slight of build, and without a high school diploma, the only jobs I could qualify for doing were cleaning floors or bussing tables. It seems people in a position to hire others are unwilling to believe you can add up a simple bar or meal tab and make change correctly without a high school diploma. I couldn't even qualify for a job that might offer tips besides a measly couple of bucks an hour. I craved some social contact, human compassion and acceptance as a fellow human, but found none. Living on the streets, my dating girls was out of the question. My only human contact was while I was at work. The bartender where I worked barked out orders at me to tell me what to do, mostly act as the janitor in that somewhat sleazy bar. At least I was able to wash out my underwear daily and stash my extra sets of clothes up on a shelf in my gym bag in the janitor's closet behind some boxes of cleaning and bar supplies. I laundered my clothes at a laundromat every Wednesday, so I was able to appear half presentable in public and at work. However, winter was coming, and I knew I would not survive for long living out on the streets. Back to my encounter at the book store, while giving this guy his blow job, I felt his fingers on my chin. Then, his hands were on my cheeks, both hands. I had a light beard, which was freshly shaved at the time. He then pulled his cock out and backed away from the hole in the wall. "Stay there, but unlock the door of your cubicle. Okay?" "Okay," I replied. I figured that he wanted to face-fuck my throat without a partition between us. Some guys like to fondle a little while being sucked off to spur the imagination. My suspicions bore some merit because as soon as he entered my booth, he walked right up to the TV inserted some bills, turned around and pulled his shorts and underwear down, and fed me his cock again, but bareback. I tried to resist, but he said: "Don't worry, I'm clean." Meaning: he was free of any sexually transmitted disease. I backed off. "I don't care. We do it my way, or not at all." He was burly, probably in his mid-thirties, and could easily overpower me, so I cupped his balls in one hand and caressed his butt with the other to give him the impression he'd be better off by treating me nice than by playing rough with me. "You sure look young from up here! Got another cock cap?" "Yeah, I have more." They were cheap enough protection. I reached into my shirt pocket to get a cock cap out, took the wrapping off it, and slipped it over the swollen head of his cock. "Do you always use protection? I mean: did you always use it?" He picked a hell of a time to strike up a conversation, trying to delve into my past. I paused, and then I responded. "Yes, always. Well, --- almost always. I was turned out by two cousins of mine I lived with. I was still a teen and didn't know any better at the time, so I foolishly gave in to their promising suggestions as to why I should explore sexuality with them. It started with mutual foreplay, but before I realized what they were doing, I ended up the only one sucking cock. When they brought over a few of their friends, they insisted on my using rubbers, for their safety. They even showed me some websites of what can happen to people who don't practice 'safe sex'." "Yet, you come here and engage in intimate contact with complete strangers. Is that really wise?" "When my cousins went away to college, I missed being hugged and fondled by them. It's been quite a while since I met anyone friendly to talk to. I suppose I enjoyed their attention and encouragement. It's really the only sexual interaction I'm familiar with. I don't have any other opportunity for ----" "Okay, so if I told you that I don't reciprocate in kind: would that bother you?" I thought for a second. --- "No, not really, I usually get off on my own, but being shown some affection gets my motor running enough to put me in the mood to satisfy others. I was taught to be the principle source of sexual pleasure by my cousins early on. They taught me how to push the right buttons to help me get them off quick, so we wouldn't get caught. They claimed fondling me was is the appropriate way to show their sincere affection toward a natural born cock-sucker like me, bred by a hooker and pimp." "So, you're basically submissive by nature. Why didn't you tell them to fuck off?" "I suppose I wasn't very brave against two older guys, though I'm not sure if that's what submissive means, exactly." His cock was wilting a little, so I stroked his testicles gently, hoping to get him more excited again. He took the hint and stepped a little closer. I opened my mouth and took his cock in. He accommodated me by stroking my shoulders and neck gently with his big, burly hands. Then, he put his hands over my ears and began to swing his hips in time with my head movements. It didn't take him long to gasp loudly. I could feel the thin rubber cap that was covering the head of his cock fill up with his spent heat. I kept his cock within my mouth until it stopped throbbing. He stepped back, pulled out, and lifted me up off the chair by my armpits, hugging me to himself. Still hugging me tightly, he whispered into my ear: "That was simply terrific, the best I've had in ages, and I don't even know your name. Can we go somewhere so you give me a phone number, so I can contact you sometime? I'd really like to get to know you to maybe arrange our meeting up regularly." "My name is Randolph; Randy to my friends. That was odd. I didn't have any friends. Most guys back in high school couldn't zip up their pants fast enough to get away from me. That was always a big letdown. The least a guy can do is to hug me a little to show his appreciation for what I'd done. This guy did and was expressing a willingness to do it some more if we met up again. I sure could use a real friend. "What do you suggest? It must be past three in the morning. Everywhere is probably up closed by now. I don't have a phone." "It's Randy, eh? I'll bet you are, too. Not even a cell phone? Mine's Tom." We shook on it. "No, I don't own one, Tom. You could possibly call me at work. Because I work late evenings, I can't get here any earlier, though, if you care to meet me here again, I can't be earlier." "No, I was hoping you might want to go with me from here for a drink or two, just for an hour or so, at a bar with a late license, or even go for a cup of coffee somewhere, even for breakfast." "Go for breakfast? Where could we go to eat at this time of night?" I realized the silliness of my choice of words just then. I had just eaten this guy, a guy I didn't know from Adam. He acted so different from my cousins or school friends, the people who used me for their own sexual pleasure without giving a damn about how I felt. I sensed this guy was after something different, much different. "Are you old enough to drink, Randy?" "Yes, but just barely. I have an Identity card, but not a driver's license. I don't drive, haven't got a car." "No car? How did you get here?" "I walked, oh, just from the "L" line. It's not far." Just then, the money he had put into the timer for the TV ran out and the lights in the booth came on. He was not bad looking for a guy his age, nice body, too. "If I swear to you by all that I cherish that I wish you no harm and will take you straight home after we have a few drinks, or some breakfast, if you agree to join me, we can go from here to a lounge I know of with a late license nearby?" "Home," he said. Where was home? I hesitated again, and thought about not having to walk to the "L" to ride it all night on it or spend the night in a bus or train station, or the airport. "I suppose, if you'll give me a lift to the "L" station afterwards. I don't drink much. I haven't acquired a taste for it, and at work I see what liquor does to other people. I work at a lounge. Did I mention that?" "No, but I surmised something like that. You said you worked evenings. If it was three to eleven, you'd have been here sooner, so, so it had to be a bar with a two o'clock license. Are you a bartender?" "No, don't I wish! They get tips. No, I'm just a lowly porter. It's hard to find a good job when you lack a high school diploma these days. "Let's go have that drink, shall we?" 2. The bar he chose was quiet; after all, it was a week night. He had to go up to the bar himself to order our drinks and then fetch them after the bartender prepared them. He brought them to the dimly lit booth where I was sitting quietly, waiting. He insisted on buying; good thing too, because my wallet was nearly empty. He lifted his glass, tilting it towards me, suggesting a toast. I picked up my tall glass and gently touched the vodka and tonic cocktail to his glass. "Cheers", was all he said. I simply nodded. I felt as if he was waiting for me to say something. I didn't know what to say and began to fidget a bit. He smiled and looked at me silently for a minute or two before speaking. Then: "So, tell me, Randy. What makes a cute young guy like you want to visit sleazy bookstores so late at night? It's a bad habit to get into and it could be dangerous. It'd be safer to cruise the gay bars in town earlier in the evening. You could have a dozen or more guys plying you with drinks to get you to go home with them." "I'm not a very outgoing person. Tonight was the first time I've gone out since --- relocating. I guess I miss my cousins more than I realized. It's been months since --- someone, ---anyone --- held me close like you did, tonight. You can laugh at me if you'd like, but I really needed that hug." "I'm not laughing, and I'll be happy to oblige you, any time you'd like. Just say the word." I looked at him in the dim light. He was definitely older than me, probably in his thirties, tall, and very good looking. He was well dressed, and exuded a lot of confidence I wondered why a guy like him would take interest in a scrawny loser like me, but then again, he didn't know enough about me to know that I was a total introvert. "It's not what you think. I really don't make a habit of --- doing what I did for you tonight. If you must know the truth, it was the first time I ever went to a book store to do it, and I was scared sick. Lately, I've been feeling very lonely. I agreed to join you for this drink afterwards because you held me and talked to me afterwards. Most guys back in high school couldn't get away fast enough afterwards, except for my cousins. My cousins sure knew how to get me to do what they wanted." "You know, somehow I get the impression the guys you knew in the past were straight, but were very horny at the time. Afterwards, they didn't want to admit they resorted to using another guy for sexual release, or admit their lack of success with any girls who were willing to have sex with them." "I suppose you're right about them, but I don't even know what I am, straight or gay. How can you be sure about your sexual preferences? I've never even kissed a girl. The way they all look at me, like they know about me, as if my cousins warned them about me because of what they taught me do for them or something. Girls scare me. I know what guys all want. Most girls won't do what I do for guys until after they're engaged. Even you, you said you don't do ---what did you say? Reciprocate?" "Yeah, but that doesn't mean I prefer oral sex from a woman. Oh, I suppose some can do it just as well, but I think they all resent doing it, because they're not equipped like us. They can't get off and be on their merry way as easily as we can. Women need to be warmed up more. To me, it's a bother I'd just as soon not deal with. Now, guys on the other hand, know what oral sex is all about. We know how a guy feels when he's receiving oral, because we all have the same plumbing. You know?" Someone sitting in another booth spoke up. "Give the guy the blow job already. Will ya? His bullshit is making us nauseous." Laughter from what sounded like three or four men in an adjacent booth made me blush. "Finish your drink. Let's go someplace else to talk." "No!" I spoke up loud enough so they could hear. "I'd be pleased to give you another blow job Tom, but not here and not so soon. I want you to build up your sperm count, first. Besides, you promised to ply me with liquor so I wouldn't be too reluctant. After all, this is my very first encounter with an adult man, and I'm hopelessly inexperienced " I crouched down and snickered quietly under my breath, feeling very devilish, wanting those other guys to be jealous of Tom." He took me by the hand and pulled me out from the booth. "Let's find an empty booth further back in the lounge where we won't be bothered by loud mouths that probably haven't scored in months." On our way to a quieter, darker booth in the back of the lounge, Tom signaled the bartender to make us another round. When he got back from fetching the drinks he sat down beside me on the same side of the booth where we could observe anyone approaching us. He leaned over, placed his hand on my thigh and kissed me, first on my cheek, then on my ear with a bit of tongue, and then right on the lips. What a surprise! What a wonderful surprise. No guy ever kissed me before, especially not after I'd given him a blow job! I felt as if I was melting, like the wicked witch in the Wizard of Oz. I think I swooned! "When I told you I didn't reciprocate, I didn't mean that I didn't do anything, Randy. I merely meant that I prefer to be the one to take the lead." I felt his hand move from my hip to my crotch as he cupped his hand over my growing member. "I much prefer my bed partners to be passive and let me take charge." I think I moaned out loud, which prompted him to cover my mouth with another kiss. If he had told me to get down on my knees in the booth, under the table, I would have done it gladly. Instead, he gently pulled my zipper down and reached into my jeans, pulling my undershorts aside to grasp my growing cock and toy with my testicles all at the same time. "I guess I know how to turn you on. Don't I?" "Oh, yes! No one ever did that for me before. Please, please don't stop." He resumed kissing me. I felt the tip of his tongue against my lips, so I parted them slightly to grant him access. He didn't penetrate any further, but just rolled the tip of his tongue along my lips. He kept his hand around my hard cock, but didn't stroke it ---much. After a while, he broke off the gentle kiss and whispered into my ear: "Would you like me to continue?" "Oh yes," I sighed. "I prefer to not put on a public show. Would you be willing to come to my place for a while?" I didn't think about the offer for very long. "I suppose I could. I don't have to be at work until evening." "Wonderful! I have a feeling we're going to become very close friends. Would you like that?" 3. His place didn't take very long to get to by car, and I sort of dozed off along the way, not paying any attention to where we were headed. He turned off the street and pulled his car into an almost empty underground parking garage in a tall building. He placed his burly arm around my waist while directing me toward the elevator at one end of the garage and I felt comfort in his strength. He continued holding me in the elevator as he pressed the button for the tenth floor of the fourteen story building. As we got off the elevator, the building seemed more like an office building than an apartment complex. "When you asked me to come with you to your place, I assumed you meant to your apartment, not to where you work. This building looks like an office building to me." As he opened up the impressive front door with a business name on the face of it, he clarified my initial impression. "It's both. I work from home. Oh, I have a retreat out in the sticks, but I spend most of the week here. I despise getting up early every morning to make a boring commute to work, so I located a convenient office space here in the burbs with ample space for both working and living. This way, I can be at my clients' beck and call without leaving home." I would have hardly referred to it as a "home". We proceeded through a reception room into a second, larger room with bookshelves, filing cabinets, two desks and a large conference table occupying one end of it. Finally we entered an impressive office with a massive desk in the center of it and a couch along one wall, opposite the wall with exterior windows along its full length with Venetian blinds and curtains closing out the first signs of daylight. He opened another door leading to a well-appointed den or lounge. From there, he led me to a kitchen off of a hallway, and finally, to his master bedroom on the other side of the hallway. "Wow, you must be well off to afford such a lavish layout!" "The main bathroom can be entered from the hallway. It's located between this bedroom and another. There's a second bathroom off to the side of the conference room my clients can use without invading my private space. Would you like to see the second bedroom, as long as you're taking the cook's tour?" "Sure, if you don't mind. I'm very impressed with what I've seen so far." "I'm glad you like it." He opened the door to the second bedroom at the end of the hallway. The double bed in the room had a lavish canopy over it, and the furniture was French provincial in style, including a vanity with a skirt around the bottom of it. One entire wall was covered with mirrored sliding doors. "Who sleeps in here?" He still had his muscular arm wrapped around my waist. He turned me easily toward himself and kissed me once again. I wasn't used to being treated so nicely and melted into his arms. "You can if you'd like," he whispered. "I kept you up all hours of the night, so you must be tired by now and would like to take a nap." He drew the duvet on the bed to one side exposing silk sheets and pillow covers. He beckoned me to lie down. I wasn't tired at all and felt very excited inside. "What are you going to do?" Why, I'm going to join you for your nap, silly, after I help you get undressed. Would you like that?" He began to take off my clothes. Up until then, we hadn't removed any of our clothing. "Would you mind doing me a favor?" He asked. "That depends on what you want me to do." "I'd like to see how you'll look in a very sexy pajama set I have in mind for you to wear." "Uh, --- I don't recall agreeing to sleep with you when I agreed to come to your place." "I know, but you're here now, and you must be tired." He almost had me fully undressed, and I must admit to I wasn't putting up much resistance. "Would you care to take a shower before you retire?" I recalled the fancy fixtures in the bathroom and thought it might be a good idea. "I guess so." "While you're showering, I'll locate the pajama set I want you to try on --- for size." "Sure." I had to pull away from him reluctantly for a moment, as he was caressing me so nicely he was making me very excited. Normally, I was the one to get someone else excited. "I feel odd standing here in just my underwear with you next to me fully dressed. Do you want me to help you to undress? "Maybe another time, this time I'll manage on my own while you go shower. You'll find a bottle of fresh smelling lavender liquid soap there. It'll make you feel very refreshed. I'm sure you'll like it. " That sounded odd. I wondered why he thought I'd like to smell like flowers. Maybe he thought I smelled sweaty and dirty. I had cleaned up the best I could the night before in the sink inside the janitor's closet at the bar where I worked. Once I closed the door to the bathroom, I checked my armpits for odor and thought he might be right, at that. The hot shower felt wonderful, stinging my body from five different angles all at the same time. He was right. The soap he suggested I use had a delicate, refreshing scent. A guy could get used to this kind of luxury. I must have taken too long in the shower, because he came in on me while I was relishing the refreshing sprays, holding a huge, fluffy towel out to wrap me up in it. He carefully dried me off. I felt dreamy being treated with such tender care, as he led me back to the bedroom wrapped in the towel and had me sit before the vanity on the small wire-leg stool. "Would you like me to brush out your hair for you? I like the way you keep it long. I want to try something with it." How could I refuse? He was treating me like royalty. Once he finished styling my hair for me and sprayed it with a can of hair spray so it would hold what he'd done, he turned me around to look at my reflection in the vanity's mirror, pulling the fluffy towel off of my shoulders to expose more of my chest. The effect was alarming. He combed my hair into a pixie style, with bangs and spit curls. It almost looked feminine. As he had me stand up, I knew I was blushing. Did he want me to look like a girl? "Just as I thought, with a bit of effort, you can look just darling!" "Why? I'm a guy. What do you want? Would you rather I resemble a girl?" "No, not really, I simply want you to look more delicate, like the innocent young flower that you are. Why must women have all the fun, dressing sexily? Men's clothes are mostly drab, yet some men are predisposed to looking lovely, men who are sweet and delicate, men just like you. I think it suits you." "Is that what you think, that I'm sort of soft and willowy, like a girl?" "Most assuredly, yes, I do. Besides being short and slim, I notice that you have small hands, soft facial features and barely any beard line. Doesn't that suggest anything to you?" "Yeah, it confirms what my cousins always said about me. I'm a simpering wimp, afraid of my shadow." "Oh, I don't think so. You're simply more delicate than most, that's all. I think you should try to take full advantage of your inherent nature; not shrink away from it. Take the lemon Mother Nature handed you, and make lemonade from it, so to speak." "Do you think so? Does it turn you on?" He took the towel off of my shoulders, and told me I had soft, delicate skin, the kind he loved to touch. His hands massaging my shoulders felt good to me, and I wanted to feel good. I hadn't felt good about myself in a long time. It was then I noticed that he was wearing a skin-tight bottom and tight fitting vest, which allowed his hairy chest to show. Unlike me, he even smelled manly, oozing testosterone. My own chest, by comparison, was almost hairless, covered only by almost imperceptible peach fuzz. Even the hairs on my arms were sparse and hardly noticeable. Maybe he was right about me being 'delicate'. Looking down, I could see his pajama bottom was crotchless, and his manhood was on full view, very hard and majestic looking. My own slim cock paled by comparison. His was so thick and vibrant looking, making me want to touch it, to kiss it, and to envelop it within my lips to please him again. I wanted to kneel down and fellate him right then and there, but he stopped me. "First I want you to put on the sexy silk pajamas I asked you to wear, to see if you like them." He opened up a drawer on one side of the vanity and extracted a silky garment, trimmed in lace. For a second, I chuckled, and then thought I'd better not, but exclaimed: "Those are a girl's jammies!" "No, not really, they're simply soft and delicate, just like you are. Try them on. See if you don't feel more delicate and sensual while wearing them. I'm almost sure you will. Want to bet on it?" I did as he asked and slipped my arms through the loose sleeves of the top and let the silky fabric slide over my shoulders. It felt heavenly, soft, and delightfully delicate. I sat down and put one foot through the boy pant shaped bottom piece, and then the other. The lace trim tickled my legs as I drew them up into place over my hips. My slim cock stuck out from the lace trimmed slot in the front of the silky feeling panty that was crotchless, just like his. I was about to stand up. "Wait, Randy, indulge me with one more small favor." He reached into the same drawer and brought out a pair of sheer, black, nylon stockings with elastic lace trimmings at the top. "Now, hold on a minute. Those are definitely women's stockings." "Please, wait until you find out how nice it feels to wear them before you pass judgment on them." I humored him by allowing him to grace my legs with them. The sheer black stockings felt great going on, but even nicer when he began to gently stroke my legs looking sleek with the nylon stockings fully in place. It felt terrific! His hands were so warm! "Wow, I see what you mean!" "See? I knew you'd like the sensation of wearing soft silk and sheer nylon." He took both my hands in his and walked backwards to the bed pulling me along with him. He lay down on the bed and I dropped to my knees to take his cock into my mouth, but he surprised me by taking my arms in his strong hands to position me over him face down, straddling his body, facing his cock. "I want you on top, this time." I was eager to accommodate him and got up on my elbows, engulfing his rampant cock with my mouth, completely forgetting about using any protection. He gyrated around beneath me, aligning my legs on either side of his head to get more comfortable. His hands were busy toying with my nipples so much, I felt as if he wanted me to act like a girl for him. I knew guys played with their girlfriend's nipples while getting blow jobs from them, so I let him toy with mine. Then, I felt something very different. Surprisingly, he kissed the head of my cock. I recalled his telling me that he didn't reciprocate, and here he was, with his lips brushing up against my cockhead. Maybe by my putting on a few pieces of feminine looking clothing, I was able to change his mind about reciprocating. He moaned softly as I took his entire manhood deep, until it entered the tight confines of my throat. "Oh yeah, baby, do me, all of me!" Apparently, he wanted me to deep throat him. I gently rolled my head from side to side as I sucked a little harder on his thrusting, throbbing member. "Yeah, that is so good. You do that so well. Keep it up and I'm going to bathe your tonsils with my hot cum!" I kept it up and it didn't take him very long. Soon, I was gulping down his copious nectar, loving every drop of sperm he provided. . I'd swallowed pulsing sperm before for my cousins, why not for him? At the same time, he held just the head of my "stiffy" into his mouth and sucked on it gently. I didn't dare cum, afraid to, but having my very neglected cock sucked gently felt marvelous, nonetheless. Afterwards, he had me turn around and lay down beside him, so he could fondle my nipples and grope my groin. I was hoping he'd say why he changed his mind about reciprocating, but he simply cupped my three- piece set and didn't say anything, so I initiated a discussion. "What made you change your mind?" "I didn't change my mind at all. What I meant when I told you I don't give guys oral, I meant it. The way you look and feel to me right now with that sexy looking outfit on, I consider you to be a delicate flower, a wonder to behold, not truly a man, per se, yet not a woman, with all the excess baggage that comes along with that territory. No, you're a marvelously refreshing breath of fresh air. I fully intend to explore your innocence much further, if you find that it pleases you as much as it pleases me." "What do you mean by: 'explore'? How much further are you talking about?" "You didn't resist me when I asked you to put on a sexy pair of silk pajamas, nor did you resent doing it. Most guys are defensive and would balk at putting on women's nylons, yet you let me put them on you. You look and feel good in sexy stuff. If you're interested, I'd like to deck you out in full feminine regalia to see how you'll react to being pampered. Can I interest you in being my pampered sweetheart for the night?" As he said it, he gently slid an open palm between the nylon stocking covered juncture of my thighs while his other hand continued to toy with the head of my erect penis. "Your little sac feels almost like a mons venires, you know, your cockhead almost like a stiff clit sticking out of a camel toe." "Oh, I didn't know. Does that turn you on? I don't see any harm in wearing some sexy stuff intended for women if you want me to, if my doing it turns you on. What's the big deal? It's just some clothes, right?" "Yes, yes, that's how I feel. You enjoy wearing what you have on, too. I can tell. Of course, I could never get away with it. I'd look downright silly in silky pajamas. However, I think you look darling in it." "Do you? I suppose I'm alright with doing it, if my doing it appeals to you. I never gave wearing sexy stuff like this any thought, but I suppose you're right about my being --- well --- better suited for it." "I think so. Those pajamas make you look more desirable, not as a woman might be, mind you, but as a symbolic example of how some men are clearly predisposed to looking delicate and --- well, --- sexy." "Do you think I look sexy dressed up like this?" "Yeah, I do, and I think you'll look even sexier if you care to push the envelope a little bit further." "How much further? Would you like that? What do you have in mind? I haven't any idea what mature men, men like you, think is sexy looking on a younger guy. If it turns you on, I don't mind trying it out." "Yes, I definitely think you should explore how you feel inside about adopting a feminine poise." "By feminine poise, do you mean acting flamboyantly?" "No! I don't want you to poke fun of how women look and behave. I'd like to see assimilate a feminine composure, you know: wear a bit of makeup, get your long hair permed professionally, and maybe even wear some padding beneath your clothes that will project a feminine image." "To what purpose; what would be the point of going through all that bother?" "Well, for one thing, you made a comment earlier about how those people who are in a position to hire others all assume a person can't do simple math unless they have a high school diploma. You've almost finished high school, so I suppose you're computer literate, as most teens are these days." "Yeah, I didn't have a lot of friends back in school, so I spent lots of time on a computer in the school's library. I did my homework there, because my cousins would never let me use the computer at home." "How were your grades?" "Straight "A's in every course, national honor society and the whole bit. Honest!" "If I was to test you right now on your math and grammar abilities, and doing so, I find you're able to meet my minimum requirements, would you consider accepting an office job here, working for me?" "Whoa! Hey, I have a job, and what does a job here have to do with how I might look?" "Yeah, you told me you work as a porter at a bar. That doesn't seem very lucrative to me. What do you make now, where you work: minimum wage? What kind of fringe benefits do you get?" "Okay! I'd love something better, but it still doesn't explain why you'd want me to look femmy." "I'm interested in hiring a receptionist - slash - secretary, but candidates I've interviewed so far come with emotional gender issues. Women suffer from regular cycles of cramps and are outright arrogant." I had to laugh. I couldn't help it. "Ah, I get it! You want to hire someone who looks like a woman, but lacks the inconveniences they have to contend with. Why don't you hire an older woman, who is past her prime and doesn't have her monthly 'visitor' anymore?" "Obviously, you're not very familiar with the working habits of women in the least. During menopause, women are almost always bitchy! Besides, I'm more interested in someone who hasn't had a lot of luck in finding work elsewhere. I'll be the first to admit that I'm not the world's most considerate employer, at times, so I'm willing to pay you well enough to make up for it. However, I'll expect you to work the same hours as me, and be available to work whenever my clients call upon me." "What kind of work do you do for your clients?" I asked. "How is it you think I'm capable of being of any help'? You don't even know how well I read and write! How much are you willing to pay me? " "Whoa! Slow down! I'll get to all that! First, I need to know if you'd be willing to pose as a sexy looking tart while working for me. Do you think you could pull it off?" "II doubt if I could, but you seem to think otherwise." "You're right. I happen to think you'd be a natural, with a bit of effort on your part. You'd have a lot to gain if you give my offer a try, you know. I'll make it well worth your while." "How is that?" "If you'll agree to some totally inconsequential, temporary superficial cosmetic changes I'd like you to have, I'll pay for them. After a while, if you find you don't like the results or you find that you don't like working for me, at least, the changes can be easily reversed. In the meantime you'll be much better able to attract men's attention. You certainly won't have to resort to visiting any adult book stores seeking --- 'intimacy'. I assume you prefer men, and not women. Am I right?" "I haven't the slightest. I never had any intimate relations with any women, as of yet, but I've had plenty with men so far, thanks to my two cousins who used me and let their friends know I was an easy trick. I've never had the nerve to approach a woman to ask for a date. Back in high school, I had a reputation for being sexually naive. Since then, I haven't encountered any women who showed any interest in me." "How old are you, now?" "I'm just shy of twenty. Does that pose a problem?" No, it doesn't, not at all. It explains why you were willing to try on a sexy looking outfit when I asked. You're not na?ve, but still open minded enough to not be jaded by many prevailing social taboos." "What kind of taboos? I don't quite get your point." "You're still fairly young at heart. As most men mature, they resist being venturesome with alternative venues of sexuality. While you were still quite young, you were talked into trying gay sex by your older cousins and you discovered it is merely an alternate form of human sexual bonding, not much different than heterosexual contact. Personally, I lean more towards homosexual sex, but I'm open-minded at the same time. I really relish having finally met a guy who seems delicate enough in nature and is willing to experiment a little. Add to that, the offhand chance you might be able to work for me as my secretary, and accepting my irregular work schedule, and it's a perfect fit." "Oh? What kind of work do you do?" "I'm a business development consultant. I help inexperienced business owners maximize the potential of their fledling businesses. I try to keep my clients from making too many common business errors, so they'll prosper more readily. Most of my new clientele are referrals from satisfied previous new starts that have gone on to be successful without needing further assistance from me. "The assistance I provide isn't dependent on any technical knowledge about their business. It's strictly about them getting started without doing those things that seem obvious, and are unimportant while not doing the important steps required to attain a solid foothold in the marketplace, sort of like putting the horse before the cart. I teach them to avoid purely logical missteps most new business owners do that can and will make the difference between success and failure." "Wow!" "Yeah, and it's the kind of steps they won't learn from books or in college. I will say that it's based on a model I had developed, but the details vary too much with each case to be able to be universal." "You must be a genius." "If I was a genius, I'd have the system I developed patented and published. As it is, it requires hands on direction, and a lot of fine tuning. Otherwise, I'd be rich and retired, soaking up the sun by now. "Getting back to the job offer, are you interested?" "Sure! To tell you the truth, I hate my present job. The guy I work for is mean and ungrateful. I really don't get the minimum wage, because he claims he's exempt because he sells food. Hah! Hotdogs and chips is all that he offers to his lounge customers. I think he uses the excuse, just so he doesn't have to pay me the minimum wage." "You can forget that lowly job! I'm willing to pay twenty dollars an hour, with the usual medical fringe benefits, as long as you're drug- free and you don't have any sexually transmitted diseases. Are you willing to get a physical to prove that you're healthy?" "Sure!" "One thing though: if you accept working for me: we arrived here in the dead of night, I don't want you to be accidentally seen by any of my neighbors as a male. You may want to advise the physician that you are in 'transition' to explain why you will be dressing as a girl on the job. Who knows? He may suggest some guidance on how to assume a feminine identity more easily. Give the idea some thought. I want to make your working for me as easy as possible for you. " 4. I wasn't accepting Tom's job offer totally blind. When he suggested my not being seen as a male by any of the other tenants of the building I knew setting aside my birth identity would involve becoming his full- time boy-toy. As long as Tom was willing to provide me new clothes, I didn't mind wearing them. My cousins made me up dress as a girl for their sex games occasionally. My playing the part of a girl made submitting to them sexually seem less demeaning. After all, girls are normally submissive to guys. Aren't they? Leastwise, that's what I told myself back while I obediently did what I was told. In fact, it was fun! The outfit I wore for my initial visit to Tom's doctor was somewhat unisex: a pair of Capri slacks, bobby sox, loafers and a pullover sweater. The bra I wore under the sweater was padded out to provide the general illusion that I was a budding teenager, as was the pixie style wig. Tom went in with me and signed me up, as if he was my guardian. It was unnecessary, as I wasn't a minor, but I didn't argue. On the way over, Tom reiterated that everything the doctor would suggest would be totally temporary, but would help me carry out my duties as his feminine looking office assistant. Once there, I filled out scads of paperwork, including a set of legal forms indicating I was "transitioning". A woman in the office notarized it, and then smiled at me. For some reason, the look she gave me told me she would be involved in my 'transition.' The doctor then performed a complete physical with blood samples and told us to return in two days. The blood samples confirmed that I didn't have any STD's and was free to begin 'transitioning' if I so desired. When requested, I signed some more forms authorizing the doctor to use collagen injections to improve my lack of any cleavage. He again assured me the collagen was temporary, so I approved the injections. I'd had shots before, so I was sure they wouldn't be a problem. While the doctor had me on the gurney he began by applying a spray-on sedative, then he began to inject collagen into my nipples. I closed my eyes, not wanting to observe the needle as it penetrated my sensitive skin. As he worked, he suggested providing me with low doses of a hormonal stimulant to allow me to feel "more natural" with my lovely new significantly protruding nipples. I opened my eyes briefly and swooned. When I had first signed the forms, I didn't contemplate how much my collagen filled nipples would stand out from my chest. They weren't breasts really, far from it, but I sure couldn't walk around bare chested anymore. My swollen desensitized nipples resembled new pencil erasers mounted on top of plump sugar cookies. "The injected collagen takes time to set during which I'll have you wear a special bra to coax them into the desired shape." He set the clear plastic cups onto my chest and used a hand pump connected to the plastic cups by a small rubber hose. As he applied vacuum, the flesh on my chest lifted to fill the empty space within the cups. He released the vacuum, added more collagen to my bulging chest until the clear cups were fuller. The cups were very small, so I wasn't too concerned. It was temporary, after all. "The collagen is temporary will assimilate into your body gradually over the six months or so, at which time you may have more collagen injected, if you desire to continue transitioning. I highly recommend that you have your lips injected with collagen during your next visit, to enhance your new feminine image more. I also recommend that you have your ears pierced, which can be done right here today by my associate, Miss Dee. " I looked down and admired my protruding nipples. "Sure, why not get everything done at one time; it's all temporary, isn't it?" "Yes, it will all eventually dissipate. You may want the addition of collagen to your lips done under a general anesthetic though, as it is somewhat --- more uncomfortable." "Whatever you say doc. Hey why wait? Can you do my lips today, too, so I don't have to think about it until I return for my next office visit?" The nurse came up and put a catheter into the back of my hand, "We can do it today, if you'd like. Many of my patients have both procedures done at the same time." "Are there any other procedures I should have done while I'm at it?" "I think you should reflect upon the results of what is being done today before you consider any further enhancements. The amount of collagen that I used today makes you look much younger than you are. "Why would I want to look younger?" "Budding youth normally draws more admiration than mature womanhood. Heavy breasts eventually sag unless you diligently contain them in uncomfortable underwire bras. If you'd like, I can add more collagen today and use a larger training form, but I believe you'll prefer the youthful look for a while. You'll appear genuinely feminine from the waist up to anyone who will encounter you, unless you undress in their presence. From the waist down, you are still a male, but that can be disguised easily enough, unless you'd like to provide men with frontal penetration. That will require a penectomy which is definitely permanent; an irreversible procedure. Once it's done, there's no going back!" "Whoa! No, I don't want that to happen, ever! Everything being done is supposed to be reversible!" "Don't worry. I wouldn't think of violating your trust. Just be sure that you carefully read the paperwork for each and every procedure you agree to have done, so you well aware of what to expect." Those were the last words that I heard as the nurse injected something into the catheter on my hand. Slowly I drifted off wondering if I carelessly signed off on the last procedure that he mentioned without reading the forms. I awoke what seemed to me like only seconds later. It took me awhile to come to my senses. When I tried to speak, the nurse told me to not try. "You're wearing a lip contour trainer similar to the cups over your breasts. Don't worry. When the trainer is removed, your new lips will be gorgeous: real cock-sucker lips." "I looked at her in shock. I didn't expect to hear something so vulgar from her." It's what you wanted. Isn't it? Just nod. " I didn't nod. My lips felt immense to me. I wanted to see what they looked like. The nurse knew. She handed me a mirror to see my lips. They looked as big as they felt under the thin plastic form that held my lips in a pout. I looked at her pleadingly. "They're still very swollen from the invasive procedure. Once the inflammation recedes, they will look absolute lovely --- to the men you encounter. Trust me, the men will adore you. Don't attempt to use them for their intended purpose until the doctor examines and allows you to. He may want you to test them out on him. If not, I'll be glad to oblige you. Like you, I'm in transition, and still have my male appendage. I'm much further along than you, though. My breasts have finally come in, naturally from the feminizing hormones I'm taking to speed up their gradual natural development, I opted to take testosterone blockers, too. My manhood and testicles are smaller now as a result, but still fully functional." "You're a male? I'd have never guessed! You look absolutely fantastic, especially your facial features!" "That's debatable. My lips need to be renewed, but nowadays I much prefer to be anally penetrated by my main squeeze than to exclusively provide him with oral sex. You can look as feminine as I am, and keep your precious wand if you do what I did and elect to have hormonal implants that will fill out your tush so you'll develop a more feminine physique, like mine. I'm not ever going to go all the way. What for? I have a very devoted lover who is willing to give me just as good as he gets from me." "But your voice is so feminine! You don't sound like a guy, at all!" "My alto voice is partly due to my hormone regimen, but mostly due to elocution lessons you ought to take to learn to express yourself more femininely, like I did. I'm done with the recorded lessons now, and can pass them along to you if you'd like. In no time at all, you'll be able to speak as femininely as you'd like. You don't want to give your deception away by sounding like a guy. Do you? "You're right of course, a womanly voice would be a big help. I'm supposed to start working as a female receptionist slash secretary. I can't very well answer a phone if I'd sound like a guy. I'd appreciate the loan of those recorded elocution lessons you took right away." "You can have the full set when you come in for your next follow-up appointment. If you'd like to have a genuine rack of your own like mine, and fuller hips to match a trim waistline, you might want to consider volume adding hormonal hip implants. After the incisions heal up, you won't even know you have them, but they'll gradually release feminizing hormones into your system to make your figure look as feminine as mine, maybe sexier, because you're younger than I am." "I'll give it some thought. Is it reversible though, in case I change my mind and not continue to work as a female? The new job I've been offered sounds interesting, but I'm not sure how long I want to work as a female. Posing as a girl seems like fun to me now, but the novelty might wear off after a while." "Is that hulk I saw you with when you first arrived your main squeeze? Sweetheart, he's a real catch! If you enjoy being a sexy looking tart for him, I definitely recommend the hormonal implants. Not only will he appreciate it, but they'll really help you accept the advantages of being his pampered female. You'll actually want to sexually please that gorgeous hunk more than you do now. The slow release feminine hormones actually make you feel genuinely feminine inside emotionally. Think about that!" "You feel more feminine inside because of hormones you take?" "Yes, and they will also help you to portray womanhood more effectively, too. They actually make you want to express yourself as a woman in every way. They made everything in the recorded elocution lessons make more sense. They did for me. I'm sure they'll do the same for you." 5. I was released from the clinic the following day, after the doctor examined me, removed the appliances from my lips and breasts and declared I was fit for work. He suggested I wait a day or two more before "exercising" my enhanced lips, but my "new nubbins" were "perfect". I was blubbering in response, unused to the increased volume of my collagen filled lips. It occurred to me that those recorded lessons the nurse offered to me would be appreciated all the more, as I was having difficulty speaking plainly. The doctor advised me: "Your lisp should vanish after an hour or two, so don't worry about it. You can cover your lips back up with your retainer if you feel like you lack muscular control over them. They may take a bit of getting used to, my dear." He knew I was male, but was already referring to me as a female. I merely nodded instead of responding. I didn't want to drool. I felt like I had little control over the flow of saliva inside my mouth. "Keep your lips moist, like you normally do, but remember that exposing your tongue tip now may be highly suggestive to an observing male, so be more cognizant of when you do it." I nodded once again, highly concerned over how I might sound to him if I spoke to respond instead of nodding. The mere thought of moistening my lips with my tongue being a sexually suggestive gesture made me more acutely aware of my new outward appearance and why I had agreed to have them done. If my thicker lips and slightly protruding nipples were any indication of how I'd be perceived by others seeing me in my new working capacity as receptionist/secretary for Tom made me want to project the most favorable image I possibly could. I wanted to excel in the new job more than ever, seeing as how I couldn't go back to my former job, looking like a young tart! The nurse told me "my" Tom was to come to retrieve me. I waited patiently in the small room at the clinic where I'd spent the past few nights, once again wearing the blouse and Capri pants I was wearing when I first arrived, I didn't feel comfortable in them because I knew I still looked far too manlike to be seen in public. I pushed the call button to summon the nurse. When she showed up, I asked her if she had any makeup she could spare, or if there was a drug store in the building where she could go to buy some for me, as I didn't want to leave the office without wearing any. She told me most new patients of the doctor wanted to wear makeup for whoever was coming to get them, so the clinic kept a supply of starter kits on hand suitable for most basic skin tones. If I didn't like what they had on hand to choose from, I could always go shopping with my escort if I didn't like them. She showed me a few different sets and pointed out what she thought would best suit my complexion. She obviously knew more about using cosmetics than I did so, I accepted her opinion about my skin tone and asked her if she'd help me. She was already opening a flat compact she called a 'foundation' and put it onto a small round sponge-like pad. Over the next few minutes, my entire face was covered with the same color, smoothing out the deeper pores on my nose and cheeks, making my face look like a blank canvas. Then, with the tip of her finger pressed against the end of the column of lipstick she brightened my cheeks with just a hint of color that closely matched the shade of red she then applied to my full lips. She pulled out quite a few hairs from my eye brows and applied a dark color to them with a dark pencil, so they stood out more, completing the totally feminine look of my entire face. "Not bad, not bad at all. Your lover is really going to be impressed with your new look, Brandy." "Oh, it's not Brandy, miss! I'm sorry. My name is Randy, not Brandy." "Not any more, it isn't. You ought to go by the name of 'Brandy' from now on because Brandy is like fine wine, but it's more potent: almost as potent as any straight whiskey, a hard liquor. Get it? Besides, you won't have to tell anyone that you're randy. It's quite obvious from the pout of your new cock-sucker lips. With this rich, dark red lipstick on them, your boyfriend is going to sprout a woodie when he first lays eyes on you. That's for sure. " The nurse's use of that same vulgar expression again to describe my enhanced lips made me wince in disdain. I preferred to not be reminded of how they must look to others. I tucked them back, and looked into the mirror. It helped, but I couldn't possibly go about with my lips retracted all the time! "Don't bother trying to hide them. It looks unnatural. Besides, you won't be able to speak and hold them in like that all the time. Once you become used to having luscious looking lips, you'll better appreciate the obvious benefit of having them. No one in their right mind will ever question your gender. Those spectacular lips shout out to the world that you're a highly desirable girl, now. That is what you wanted. Isn't it?" I considered her inference. She was right. Being able to pass for a girl at my new job is why I had the doctor enhance them. While I was busy contemplating my new look further in the hand held mirror, Tom arrived. The moment he saw me, his eyes lit up and he shouted: "Those full lips definitely improve your looks. May I kiss you?" Without his waiting for my response, he took me into his muscular arms and kissed me full on my lips, bending me way backwards in the process. "The nurse interrupted us with a sharp: "Ahem! Do I detect my presence is unwanted? You two need a few minutes alone. Call me if you need any further assistance." As soon as she left us, Tom handed me a brown bag. Here, take off those Capris and penny loafers and put on what's in the bag." The shopping bag contained sheer panties, a skirt, nylons and a pair of shoes with a two- inch heel. "What's wrong with my wearing Capri's? They're definitely feminine." "They're still pants. If you wear nothing but skirts from now on, you'll be less likely to forget that you're supposed to be a girl, an office girl. The nylons rubbing against each other will constantly remind you of your feminine status, so you won't blurt out something in a male tone of voice." "Oh, the nurse is giving me a set of recordings to help me to adapt a feminine tone of voice. I've had my ears pierced while I was sedated. Do you like them? These dangly earrings rubbing up against my neck won't let me forget my new status, so you really don't need to have me wear silken panties, a skirt and shoes with a heel for the trip back to your place, Tom." "Think again! On the way here, I noticed that you walked like a man in those loafers you're wearing. Shoes with a raised heel and the hem of your skirt rubbing your silken calves will constantly remind you to walk like a young lady and not like a man. I don't want you to blunder and screw up before you're ready to assume your new job. You have to unlearn a lifetime of male habits before you can represent my firm in the front office as my receptionist, which will require full immersion on your part starting right now." "Maybe you're right Tom. I only wish my budding chest had more definition. I look like a pre-pubescent teenager instead of a young lady. Were you planning on having jail-bait representing your firm in the front of your office? Unless I have more to show, I'm going to look like under-age child labor! " "Facial tissues can fill out your bra sufficiently for now, until you're home and can to do some shopping for padded uplift bras on the Internet. I already ordered enough stuff for you to try on and get a good idea of your sizes in women's apparel. I can return anything in wrong sizes as long as the clothes haven't been worn yet, except for underwear. Underwear is unreturnable from what I understand, but it's cheap enough to discard what doesn't fit you. I can use them to polish my Porsche." What he said reminded me. "Between what the doctor must be costing you and the purchase of a full wardrobe of women's clothes, you're making a substantial investment on my makeover. Aren't you?" His eyebrows lifted again. He took me into his arms and said: "I think you'll be worth the investment I'm making in you. How many guys get a chance to build a dream lover? That's what you'll be, you know: my sexy looking piece of eye candy with all the trimmings and none of the needless baggage that makes real women turn me off like frigid ice water. The night we met and we were having a first drink together, you admitted that you prefer to please others sexually rather than have them please you. If you were sincere about how you feel about pleasing others, what you've agreed to have done here at the clinic enables you to please me a lot more than you must realize. From my perspective, you look absolutely fantastic to me, so gorgeous I can hardly wait to get you home." I started to remove all the clothes Tom brought for me out of the tall bag to put them on. "The doctor cautioned me not to use my enhanced lips for their intended purpose for a few more days, Tom." "I know. He's told me the same thing. It doesn't matter. We can use the next few days to start preparing you for your new role in life. There's a lot more to being office eye candy than wearing women's clothes. I want you to learn how to bat your eyes and make my clients drool whenever they see you, so they'll all be more envious of me and my good fortune for finding you. I suppose, if I had to, I can swing either way when it comes to having sex, but creating something of extraordinary beauty that matches my personal sexual preference is far more rewarding than simply scoring a conquest. You aren't fully aware of how much you're tuning me on right now, but it's my intention to cultivate your inherent passive nature so you'll be as content with being my principal love mate as much as I expect to be with having you for my lover. If my guess is right, we're going to be together for a long, long time, sweetheart." "Well, you may recall, Tom: that I'm not entirely sure I'm a true homosexual yet, but if I am, you seem to be the epitome of manliness. Even the nurse here thinks you're a 'catch'. I'm head over heels infatuated with you and your cock-eyed plan for me to be your secretary/receptionist. Leastwise your job offer sure pays well enough. Still, I want you to know: If you weren't so damned sexy and irresistible, I wouldn't have agreed to do what I've just had done. It's a challenge, for sure but an interesting one I don't mind attempting. My main fear is that you'll grow tired of having me around as a plaything and toss me to the wolves when you're done toying with me." "Not a chance, Randy. I've been searching for someone like you for as long as I can remember. Hell will freeze over before I let you out of my sights!" "Oh! Call me Brandy from now on, Tom. The nurse seems to think it's sexier than Randy, and I agree." "She's right! Brandy does sound sexier than Randy. Randy infers that you're nympho and you can't get enough sex. Brandy sounds top shelf and you can't be had easily. I like it! Brandy it is from now on! Let's get a move on and find out what clothes we find on the Internet that pleases you darling. The first thing I want to get you is a waist cincher, so your tiny butt will protrude more. Even with a skirt on, you still have the telltale flat contours of a male from the waistline on down. Women have fuller rumps that stick out and wiggle when they walk. We have to fix that." I considered telling Tom about the rump pads the nurse had mentioned to me that the doctor could provide to slowly release feminizing hormones throughout my system over the next year to gradually enhance my curves. Then I thought if it takes a year to give me curves, it will take another year for the curves to dissipate. That's not really what I consider temporary. Two years is a long-term commitment. 6. Once we arrived at Tom's place, we ventured out on the Internet. Over the next few hours, he spent a small fortune on my new trousseau. I was hesitant at first until I realized he was having a ball picking out ultra-sexy looking outfits for me, while I tried to reel his sights in, because a real career girl would never be caught wearing such audacious apparel at work. I decided to let Tom have his fun for the time being. I could return whatever I didn't like for a full refund according to the ads. Later in the evening, while we snuggled on the couch watching the late news, Tom suggested we take a hot shower together. We slowly undressed each other and Tom tenderly caressed my new protruding nipples with his fingertips, starting with his forefingers and one-by-one proceeding to his baby fingers. To show my appreciation, I leaned down and took one of his nipples between my new pouty lips giving it a little suck. With one hand around his neck, I reached down with my other hand to grasp his firmness. "You'd better stop while you can, Brandy. The doctor cautioned you to hold off. Remember?" "I can still give you a hand job. Can't I?" "Waste not, want not, I want to save all my cream up and provide it to you for your pure protein diet." I took his manhood and placed it between my closed thighs. "I wish I had a tight virgin pussy right now, so you wouldn't have to settle for a measly hand job, Tommy. Are you sure you'll be satisfied having a boy- toy to play with? Wouldn't you rather have a real woman, someone who can provide you with kids someday?" "Parenting is grossly overrated. It's a twenty-year long commitment, at least. Do you want to sire kids of your own someday, Brandy? How would it look? Would you be their other mother or their father?" "The original purpose of two people having monogamous sex is procreation. Isn't it?" "For straight people, it is, maybe. Maybe someday down the road, if our 'fit' proves to be as ideal as I think it is, we can adopt and act like a normal hetero couple once we're mature, as long as you agree that I'll be the unchallenged head of the family and you'll be my devoted spouse. What do you think?" "Me? Right now, the way you're toying with my nipples and how it feels to having your massive cock up between my clenched thighs, I wouldn't mind being a wife, as long as you'd be faithful to me. I might even be inclined to take this transitioning concept a little bit further and get a tummy tuck and hip pads so I can appear to be a proper trophy wife for you, even on the beach in a bikini, one who will make you want to show me off to your straight friends. Oh! ---- Did I just say what I think I just said? Forget I said it. I was just supposing, not suggesting anything, you know, just supposing." "You don't have to go to any extremes for me, you know. There are a few things you can do that would please me to no end and are still temporary." "Like what, Tommy? Tell me. If it isn't too radical, I might consider it. " "Like depilate, so your body will be softer and smoother to the touch. Judging by how you're swooning in my arms right now, you enjoy being fondled by me like this. It would feel nicer for both of us if you didn't have any hair at all on your sexy looking body." "Is it painful?" "No, silly, it's merely done with a cream you wipe on, wait a while and then shower off. The hair all goes down the drain, totally painlessly." "Oh, that stuff! I've heard all about it. It only lasts a week or so. I thought you'd want me to have some bald dude covered with tattoos stick needles into me to get rid of my body hair with electrolysis or with laser treatments." "Down the road, you could have that done to your facial hair to eliminate your beard shadow, but your beard doesn't have a pronounced shadow as it is, so that isn't really necessary unless it gets darker as you get older. Some guys never get a heavy beard line. I'd settle for your agreeing to depilate. I have the cream available here if you want to try it, just for the fun of it." "Sure. Why not try, just for the fun of it?" I wanted to find out how women feel without hair anywhere on their bodies. Tom seemed keen on the idea too, and I was in a mood to please him. I would have rather given him a blowjob, but I wasn't supposed to for another day or so. He brought out a large bottle of the depilatory and suggested I read the label so I'd do it right. It was simple enough. Wipe a thin layer on, and rinse it off in the shower ten minutes later. "You'd better step out for the next ten minutes or so, Tom. I don't want to brush up against you and remove any of your body hair." "If you'd like, I'm willing to apply it to your backside wearing latex gloves and not get any on my body." "You just want access to my backside with that big wand of yours, you devil. It's not going to happen. You'd split me in two with that axe handle of yours." "I'd never, hurt you, no matter how enticing my mating with you anally might seem. Some femmes appear to enjoy receiving anal immensely, though. I've seen videos of it, but so far, I haven't tried it." "Yeah, I've watched some anal porn, too on the net. I can't imagine how anyone could enjoy being penetrated with a monster cock as big as the ones I've seen in those videos, Tom. How do they do it and why do they want to? It has to be awfully messy and smell horrible!" "Some gay males prefer to be 'bottoms'. That is: they prefer to be anal receptors to being penetrators." "Why?" "Some guys feel they were supposed to been born as women and nature played a mean trick on them. They'd prefer to become women surgically if they could afford the cost of expensive surgery. They come as close as they can to becoming ciswomen and simply live as women full-time. Others sell their bodies in prostitution to save up enough money for the final surgery. They can never have kids of their own, but they can adopt and live their lives as the rest of the women in the world. To each his own I say." By this time, I had covered as much of my body with the cream as I could from the neck on down. "Turn around and let me finish your backside wearing these latex gloves. Just don't back up into me, or you'll get the depilatory cream on me." Tom covered my back with the cream, including inside the crack of my butt. I winced, because I wasn't used to having someone touch me back there. "Was that necessary?" "Did it hurt?" "No, but I wasn't expecting you to do that. I'm not used to having someone wipe my butt for me." "You want your panties to feel nice. Don't you?" "Never mind my panties. I barely know you Tom." As soon as I said it, I realized how silly it sounded. He was spreading a depilatory cream onto my naked butt crack and I was stark naked, allowing him to do it. "Don't be such a tight ass!" "That's precisely what I intend to be! That's a one way street you're approaching. Exit only!" "You should be able to rinse off your front side now, Brandy. When you're done, turn around and I'll help you to get at the hard to reach places." "I'll tend to the hard to reach places on my own, if you don't mind. I've managed without any help for close to twenty years." "Oh? Who changed your diapers for you when you were a baby?" "You know what I meant!" By this time, the depilatory had washed down the drain and I was rinsing. "Are we having our first lovers quarrel, sweetheart?" He stepped into the shower stall behind me and began to fondle my butt. Before I could stop him, he placed his semi-hard cock in the crack of my ass and pulled me back up against his body, forcing his manhood up under my butt close to my ball sac. Tom then reached around in front of me and grasped my cock with his free hand, holding me against his muscle bound body with the other hand on my waist. Oh, Lord, your skin feels so soft to the touch with no hair on it anywhere." I clenched my legs together trapping his hard cock in the juncture of my thighs. If I kept his cock trapped where it was, he wouldn't be able to insert it into my asshole. As I wriggled on his cock, he reached up and took my pointy nipples, one into each hand and caressed them gently. "Yes, you certainly are well disposed to being a sub, Brandy." With that, he nuzzled his nose behind one of my ears and kissed my neck, whispering: "want to deny it?" "No, Tom, I can't. You're far too powerful strength wise for me to put up any effective resistance. That's obvious. I should have never agreed to come here to your place after we had that first drink together. If I'd have been smart, I'd have avoided that book store. You're going to breed me now. Aren't you?" "No, that's not my style, pumpkin. What I intend to do with you is tease you like this until you beg me to keep making love to you every way physically possible. You see, you don't know it yet, but you already want to have rampant, gay sex with me, just as much as I want to take you to heights you can't imagine. You want to be pampered like a fairy princess as much as I want to pamper you. Before long, you won't ever want to go back to being the dull, aimless guy I met a few nights back. You'll revel in being my true object of deep affection." "What makes you so sure?" "You're afraid of women and all the men you met before me took advantage of you. I'm offering you a much better life than you could possibly make for yourself on your own." He took my chin in his hand and kissed me, a long, slow gentle, heart melting kiss. "See what I mean? Have you ever been kissed by anyone like that before?" He was right about that. I'd never been kissed like that before, not by anyone. "Did I steer you wrong about getting these?" He fondled my nipples again. I was still unaccustomed to being touched so intimately by anyone, let alone a handsome hunk of a man. I rolled my eyes back into my head, and swooned. I could feel my cock get harder, harder than it had ever gotten before. He stuck his hard cock in between my thighs and I clenched it as I'd done before between my shaking legs with all the strength I could muster. "Afraid of getting a hard cock stuck up your ass are you? You needn't worry. If I want to fuck you, I can dry hump you like I'm doing now, and you'll let me. Won't you?" "Yes, yes, Tom. Dry hump me. Make me your woman. I feel like I'm going to explode any second now." "Oh, no, not yet, you aren't. We both know where you want to explode. I'm going to get on my back on your canopied bed, and then you're getting on top of me and then you're going to kiss every inch of my hairy, muscular body with those lovely lips of yours to show me your appreciation for bringing you out of the hellhole of a life you were leading. The doctor said you couldn't suck cock with those lips for a few more days, but he didn't say that you couldn't kiss me with them. Did he?" "No, no he didn't Tom. Is that what you want me to do? Kiss you all over? I got on top of him down near his feet and began to kiss my way up his legs until I was faced with his monster cock." "Hold it right there, Brandy." "Do you want me to kiss your manly cock for you? Pay homage to it?" "No, Brandy, I want you to stop right now and listen. I want to please you to show you that I appreciate what you did a few minutes ago in the shower, doing what I asked of you without questioning me why. You let all the hair on your body go down the drain just to please me. I want you to know that when you do things I ask of you for me, I'll reciprocate and do the things you want me to do for you." "But you already did something to please me, Tom. You bought a ton of clothes on line that I liked and you put aside the clothes you wanted to get for me, the sexier stuff. You know which ones I mean." "I'm talking about you getting sexual gratification, not clothes, Brandy. Come up here baby, and kiss me. Then, I want you to sit on my face. I want to taste your essence and bring you off without expecting you to return the favor. Training you to be my right hand at the office is going to take time and effort on my part before you'll be competent enough to manage without constant direction. To insure you won't balk and want to quit, I'm now going to provide you with an example of one of the unique fringe benefits of working for me." I came up and kissed him, as he requested. He kissed me back with some tongue and told me to go back down and kiss the head of his cock again, which I did. It required my spinning around on top of him. Just as I placed my lips against the head of his cock, he engulfed the head of my cock and held me in place with both of his hands. Naturally, I immediately resumed kissing the head of his rock hard cock. He did the same, kissing my cock over and over, finally taking the entire length of it into his mouth. "Let it flow. Orgasm into my mouth for me baby. Feed me your essence." He wanted me to ejaculate into his open, waiting mouth. I couldn't do it! I was afraid to, I was a sub. He wasn't. "You can do it. Have an orgasm like you think a woman might have one. Multiple orgasms, if you'd like. Let your passion flow out, as if you were a woman. You know you want to try. I want you to try, baby, to please me and you." All of a sudden the dam burst and my semen flowed out of me in a single prolonged gush, and then one more, and finally another. I was spent, exhausted and drained. Yet, the sensation of ejaculation was very different from every cum I ever experienced before. Instead of achieving instant gratification, it poured out of me slowly, as if I had no control over it whatsoever. I collapsed on top of Tom. He picked me up easily and set me down beside himself on the bed. Leaning over, he slowly passed my semen to me with a gentle kiss. I murmured gratefully and kissed Tom right back, not wanting to let the moment escape us. Before I knew it, I was cuddling up against Tom for warmth. I shimmied down and went to sleep with the plum like head of Tom's cock up against my full lips. I licked my lips and sucked on the very head of his cock as if it was a pacifier and I was still an infant child while Tom gently toyed with the base of my ball sac, which felt wonderful. 7. I woke up to a new sensation. I imagined Tom was gently massaging my anus with an extended finger. It felt so nice; I decided to let him continue. When I realized what was happening, I woke up with a start, expecting to find Tom violating my most private passage. Instead, I was all alone in the canopied bed. If he had touched me back there, it was when I was asleep. I intended to question him about it forthwith. I found him in the kitchen preparing breakfast. It smelled delightful! "Put on some clothes Brandy or you're going to get a chill. I love seeing you naked, but I don't want you to get sick. If you prefer to wear a negligee, I'll turn up the thermostat a notch." "What happened last night, Tom?" "Was it something unusual?" "I can't explain it, but it was out of this world." "Try." "Well, you wanted me to cum, but I was afraid to, like I was the first time you surprised me and took me into mouth, unexpectedly. This time I couldn't cum either, until you told me to try to cum like a woman; to let it flow: to just relax and let it happen. I did, only it was really strange!" "How strange was it? Did you enjoy it?" "Immensely, but I had no idea anything could feel that good!" "Describe it." "You took my manhood into your---" "It's your clit now. Remember, you're supposed to be posing as young lady, my new receptionist. You can't be referring to that stunted appendage as anything but a clitoris from now on. Agreed?" "Okay, okay! So you were kissing my --- clit and I was kissing your manhood, getting hot in the process. You asked me to cum in your mouth, but I couldn't. I wanted to, but I couldn't. Then you asked me to cum like I thought a woman might cum, and my semen just flowed out of my --- clit on its own, without any prompting from me. It just flowed and flowed for what seemed like a minute and it felt terrific to me, but not like any ejaculation I've ever had before. Strange!" "You must have had an inner orgasm, Brandy." "That was an inner orgasm? I never had anything like that before." "You never had any feminine hormones flowing through your system before." "When did that happen?" "Do you recall a comment the doctor made while providing you with a bit of cleavage?" "Not specifically. He made a number of comments." "He asked you if you like your collagen enhancements to feel more natural to you." "Oh, yeah, now I recall that. I told him I wouldn't mind." "He gave you a dose of estrogen laced with a stimulant to help you to embrace femininity emotionally. When you were asleep having your lips enhanced, he offered suggestions on how you might desire being more feminine in nature, both professionally and intimately. I was present at the time and heard him doing it." ''That S.O.B., what a nasty trick he pulled!" "No Brandy, you asked him to make becoming feminine easier for you, specifically, as I recall, and you've been behaving accordingly ever since." "I did? Damn! Is it permanent?" "No, none of anything you had done at the clinic is permanent, except maybe two holes in your ears for your earrings, and they may close up in left unused. That was our original agreement the day I took you to the clinic. I promised you I wouldn't ask the doctor to do anything permanent, and I didn't. Did you?" I had to think. I didn't really ask, but then again, I signed some paperwork without reading past the first few pages boring pages. I wanted to get the treatments over and done with. "I signed some agreements about my wanting to transition, you said to sign them because they wouldn't involve doing anything that would be permanent, so I didn't question them." "Did you sign anything after I left, anything regarding a penectomy?" "No, I just signed one form that permitted the doctor to give me something to help me accept having these tiny breasts on my chest for the next six months or so! They hardly look like real breasts to me, so I signed the form. Shouldn't I have?" "I don't know. I'll have to call the doctor's office and inquire. To be safe, I'll do it right away." I listened intently while Tom called the doctor's office. I was too nervous to place the call myself. Tom kept nodding while he listened to what the doctor told him. After he hung up, Tom turned to me and said: You're lucky. He gave you an initial shot of estrogen with a mild muscle relaxant, so you wouldn't suffer any undue anxiety over any of your temporary enhancements. The doctor said the estrogen will help you to think more like a female for a while and muscle relaxant he gave you will wear off by the end of the week. Your ability to ejaculate normally should return by then. He said you told him you were worried about how people would react to you having large lips, which are more obvious, not your tiny breasts. He said the collagen injections in your lips may give you a lisp for a while, and it's normal for girls to be nervous about having puffy looking lips, so he gave you the muscle relaxant to help you cope." "The shot will wear off by the end of the week?" "That what he said. Why do you ask?" "Well, to tell you the truth Tom, I've never felt anything quite that satisfying previously, not sexually satisfying. I normally resorted to self-gratification, because no one has ever offered to reciprocate before. No one has ever touched my cock before you did, that I can recall." "It's an oversized clit now. Remember, Brandy? You have to stop referring to your appendage as a cock or you're bound to forget yourself and spill the beans. That'll mean disaster, you know. No one can ever guess you're a guy while you're here or my reputation will suffer immeasurably. You don't want to be responsible for wrecking my reputation. Do you?" I didn't answer him. I kept thinking about how good my extended 'orgasm' felt and how I'd like to have another one like it before the muscle relaxant wears off. "I know your busy cooking our breakfast right now, and you probably have work to do during the day, but I was wondering if we could do what we did last night again this evening, Tom?" "You liked it, eh?" "Yeah, I did, sort of. Would you mind?" "No, not really Bandy, I'd be glad to oblige if you'll do something for me today in exchange." "Sure, if I'm able. I don't have anything planned for today. What would you like?" "Well, you almost slipped, exposing your male origins again this morning. You can't be doing that, even if we're alone. Once you took off your new shoes with the two-inch heels, you resumed walking like a guy again, too. , I think you need a better reminder so you don't screw up again. I want you to feel like a girl all the time, so you have to wear nylons all the time, so your legs will swish when you walk to remind you to take smaller steps and walk toe, then heel instead of heel, then toe." "Sure, I can do that." "Another thing: you have lousy posture. You're slouching with your shoulders rolled forward. A young girl would never walk around with her shoulders rounded like that. Those tiny nubbins ae supposed to help you look younger than you are. Remember? A young girl is proud to finally have something visible to show that she's becoming a woman. You know what you need, Brandy?" No, Tom, tell me." "You need a Merry Widow to uplift your charms and suck in that gut of yours. It' will make you walk tall and not slouch if you wear it often enough and long enough for a while. It won't hurt if you get one with built-in padding at the hips, so you'll be able to swing that butt of yours gracefully. They're outrageously expensive and not available locally. I'll have to order you one on line. How about it? Are you up to the challenge?" 8. I agreed to wear the Merry Widow Tom should me on his computer, the outrageously expensive one he ordered for me to be delivered by a special delivery courier by late in the afternoon. I didn't question Tom's decision for a single moment; afraid I might get the axe and lose my new job if I did. For some reason, I was also curious how I'd look wearing a corset with my new nubbins on display at the top and my tush sticking out at the bottom surrounded by frilly lace like the one in the ad on the net. Tom sounded like he wasn't pleased with how I responded to adapting to my new role as his 'girl Friday' the new term he used to describe my pending job. It seemed like he was less than confident about my ability to suit his needs. After barely a week, I was damned if I was going to fall flat on my face as his new female employee if I could help it. For damned sure, I couldn't go back to my old job as a porter in a seedy bar sporting a pair of tits! I was determined to succeed as his 'girl Friday' by hell or high water! I nervously waited for the sound of a special delivery courier. At about four in the afternoon, my fears were relieved. The back entry doorbell rang. I rushed to answer it so Tom would know I was eager to do whatever was required to hold on to my new job. Surprisingly, the delivery was being made by a mature woman with a carry on suitcase suit case in tow behind her. I stuttered and stammered when she asked for me by name "Are you Miss Brandy Young?" "Yes, ma'am, I am. That's me." "Let's get with it, young lady. I don't want to get caught in traffic and this model requires a fitting. If you can't get into this model, we may have to make one up for you. Most men don't have enough of a tush to fill out the bottom, and they have too much gut to cinch in at the waistline. Where is your boudoir? Let's see how you fare! You appear thin enough, but it'll be by a slim margin, if it fits at all. " "It's got to fit me, ma'am. It just has to fit. My new job depends on it." "Are you the new housemaid? Does your mistress know her husband is lacing you into corsetry, sonny?" She guessed my true gender. "He's not married. He hired me as a receptionist, but I'm afraid he isn't too pleased with me right now. You've got to help me or I'll lose my job and be homeless." "You needn't fret, my dear. I'm sure at least one of the three corsets I brought with me will fit your male torso. Cute young guys like you are the only ones who wear Victorian Style corsets these days. Women wouldn't think of it! They're all emancipated! A corsetiere has to accommodate to survive these days. Get undressed, honey. All you'll need to wear under a corset it a simple half-slip or a high-rise panty to avoid chafing. I think your lover picked a real darling to play with, but I don't really want to spend the evening with you. With any luck, two of the three corsets I have with me will fit you and I'll be on my way. Come on honey, strip! I've seen it all before. What you're hiding doesn't interest me in the least." I got undressed in seconds and stood before her in a plain white panty. "Not, bad, I must say. How do keep so trim, sweetie? Does your lover starve you with a liquid diet?" "Well, I've been starving out of necessity mostly until about a week ago when my lover discovered me and took me in. He's a health nut and has me on a high protein diet. " I didn't think I needed to explain that the protein I'd been ingesting lately was in his sperm. "So, you're a wayward waif. Are you?" "Not really, I was gainfully employed, but in a lousy job. My new lover offered me a much better job as his girl Friday, but I must have irritated him somehow because he's a bit miffed with me." "I can see why. You're slouching! You need to be firmly corseted, young man. Stand up straight! Your posture is atrocious!" "Yes, ma'am," I didn't want to aggravate her too, and tried to stand tall. "I hope what you brought with you will fit me, ma'am. I really need this job." "Oh, don't worry. My corsets will fit you alright. The question is: how comfortable will they feel? How well can you tolerate discomfort from having limited flexibility? To be effective, a corset should be worn continually, regardless of how uncomfortable it may feel to you. Corsets are unforgiving mistresses. You must be willing to bear the discomfort to acquire a sleek looking torso." She began tightening the laces of the corset she w strapping around me. "You're very fortunate, my dear. You're already slim enough to wear this corset, which means the sizes your lover provided to me were accurate. Some customers want and expect my corsets to perform miracles and exaggerate their unbridled dimensions. Your lover was wise to provide me with your precise physical specifications." "Thank goodness! But why then does it feel like I'm wearing a vise? I can hardly breathe!" "My corsets will eventually provide you with an elegant girlish posture, which is presently sorely lacking. Otherwise, your mentor wouldn't have called upon me to come to your rescue. He could have fitted you with some cheaper department store corsetry which would eventually destroy your developing feminine figure. I assume you know how to thank your mentor properly for his kind consideration. Don't you? The front gusset at the bottom front will effectively hide your telltale secret, while the hem in back is high enough to provide your lover ready access to your boy pussy. "This creation permits you comfortable penetration whether you're lying on your back with your lover on top of you, or if bent over a bed with your lover approaching you from behind. Your tush is really too small, my dear. To take full advantage of this garment's bold flare from waist to hip, you really should consider getting buttock widening hip enhancements. Otherwise, I'm afraid you won't be able to grasp your mentor's love wand adequately. Men all love feeling a controlled restriction from a well-padded orifice around their love muscles. It drives them wild with lust!" "I don't believe that was why you were called upon. My guy's more concerned with appearances. Will I be able to look enough like a real girl if I wear this tight corset on the job? I want to look as genuine as I possibly can while I'm at work. Now that I had my lips and nipples enhanced to look more like a girl for the job, I can't go back to my old job, so I really need this job in the worst way. I'll do anything it takes!" "I can see you're in a quandary, Miss. ---- in your case, I'd opt for getting rump widening hip padding. Why risk being discovered if you can easily avoid it? Take my advice. Keep your man's interest here at home with you so he doesn't experience wanderlust. It seems he holds all the cards, so don't deprive him of anything. Let him know you want to be devoted to him until you have the wherewithal to survive independently." Just then, Tom appeared, saying he heard voices. He took one look at me in a corset and said: "Not bad, not bad at all, Miss Trudy. Can you tighten the waist some more, so it looks smaller than her thin hips? "I was just telling Miss Brandy that it isn't wide to overtighten a corset to squeeze out another inch. If she reduces her food intake to lose weight, she may drop an inch or so more without overtightening, but she'll lose as much or more weight around her hips, so weight loss itself may be counterproductive." "What do you recommend?" He asked. "For immediate results, implanted surgical pads to round out her hips at the sides will cause minimal trauma, because the musculature of her rump is substantial enough now. It's just not wide enough. The addition of specially designed hypoallergenic padding will provide an enticing looking posterior without restricting her internal organs by tightening the corset to move excess tummy flesh downward. Putting it plainly, her butt needs some filling out to resemble a ciswoman's backside. The generous flare of this corset from the waistline on down to the hem will accommodate the addition of the padding easily, as the corset was originally designed to fit a sexy looking ciswoman Brandy's size. Also, you won't have to replace the corsets after she gets the hip pads implanted, as she'll simply look better in them." "You said corsets. How many will she need?" "I carry her size in six colors, so it's really up to you, sir. I have three corsets with me today in slightly different styles to choose from, but I can let you have them all at an attractive price if you take all three, one in black with red garters, one in lavender with purple garters, and bridal model in white on white." "If I buy you the corsets, will you wear them, Brandy?" "If it pleases you I will, Tom, religiously." "What kind if discount can you offer me Miss Trudy?" "I can give you all three for the regular price of two. That's the best I can do, and only because I feel confident you'll be a steady return customer from now on, sir." "Hmm, I've seen your entire on-line catalog and liked what I saw, Trudy." He turned to me. "Brandy, to make the purchase of these corsets worthwhile, you'll need to fill them out better at the top and the bottom, because the corset you're wearing now simply doesn't look right, but I really like the design and can see that it's a quality garment that will wear well and will last a long time. You'll wear dresses over them while at your work station, so the colors are immaterial, as long as these corsets will help conform your body to a real ciswoman's contours and conceal your male origin. " "I'll do whatever you say, Tom. Honest. Please give me a chance, will you?" "I hope you'll appreciate the significant investment I'm making in you without any assurances you're going to be able to perform your job as I'd expected. If you get outed by a careless slip of your tongue, or by a perceptive client, how am I going to recover my investment?" "You won't be sorry, Tom. I promise. I'll do whatever you ask of me insure I won't slip up. If you want, I'll get the hip padding Miss Trudy says will guarantee I won't be detected. If it'll make more comfortable about my working for you, I'll have more collagen added to my cleavage so I'll fill out the corsets better. I'll do whatever you think will be best, but please give me this chance to prove I'm a capable worker. If you won't, I may have to go back to bussing tables and mopping floors for beggar wages. " "Hold on there! I didn't guarantee anything of the sort. I merely suggested that Brandy's bosom looks so youthful, she may unintentionally invite a visit from the department of children and family services for you're hiring an underage worker." That's unlikely, but if it happens, Brandy can prove that she's almost an adult. She's of legal working age, regardless of how young she may look as a girl." "Yes, but to prove her age, through no fault of her own, Brandy will have to reveal her true identity. Can you afford the consequences of having her ruse exposed, a ruse of your making? You might as well let Brandy be your clandestine house guest and hire someone else to be work as your girl Friday." I had to speak up to preserve what little dignity I still felt I had. I addressed Tom with as much bravado as I could muster. "As much as I'd love to live in luxury with you as your house guest, Tom, I desperately need the chance to prove I'm intelligent enough to be able to work as an office clerk; maybe more, to prove to myself that I don't have to accept being a failure even if I never finished high school. I've tried hard to show my willingness to do whatever it'll take. Haven't I? I looked at him pleadingly with as much of a doe-eyed expression as I could, and clung to his arm, praying he would stick to his original plan. "Well, maybe I was wrong. Maybe you are smart enough to not slip up and spill the beans, Brandy, and maybe Miss Trudy is right about your looking far too young to be working in an office. You apparent age can be modified, I suppose, but it probably won't be as easy as you might think and it will likely cost a small fortune, not to mention what putting you in corsets will cost me." "Miss Trudy, I'll offer you a fantastic deal, if you're interested, one that will make your trip here worth your investment of time and effort. I'll take two of you corsets in six different colors to help you clear out your existing inventory at a nominal profit to you: the retail price of your six most expensive corsets, but you will have to insure that each and every corset you provide will fit Brandy perfectly, after she has her too slim figure filled out to meet your recommendations." "You do realize a voluminous order as that will run into the thousands of dollars. Don't you." "And, do you realize I can cancel the order if the corsets don't fit her perfectly, as you promise they will. Don't you, Miss Trudy?" "Brandy, you just told me that you're willing to do whatever the job requires. Well, it requires that you be able to defy detection by a scrupulously skeptical outside observer. I can't risk having you looking like a high school tomboy in the office, as much as I'd really like you to look like one, still I don't want to hire a nosy busybody or a blatant airhead. If you really want the office job, you'll have to look the part of young career woman, someone close to your age. That's the challenge. What do you think? Are you up to facing it? My mouth dropped. Tom offered the job to me, after all, with conditions. "It's a lot to consider without my thinking it over first, Tom." "You said you'd be willing to do anything for the chance to prove your worth." "I know, and I've been cooperative. Haven't I? Still, it's a big step for me to take without any assurance you won't change your mind afterwards." I tried to bat my doe eyes at him again to soften his resolve. "I just committed to a corset order that will come to over four thousand dollars with the taxes. That's a big commitment. Isn't it? I'll make the same commitment to you. I'll provide you with a signing bonus of four thousand dollars up front if you'll agree to whatever procedures will be required." "I'm sure the procedures you believe will be required will cost you quite a bit, but if you aren't happy with the results, how am I to be able to have them reversed afterwards, Tom?" I stroked his arm and looked into his eyes, pleadingly. "Alright Brandy, I'll give you my written guarantee to cover any additional costs to reverse whatever changes you'll have done so your outward appearance will be virtually undetectable. Satisfied?" "Written guarantees, regardless of how genuine the original intentions are, can be challenged in court. If we part company, regardless of the reason, and I seek the services of a doctor of my choosing instead of relying on your doctor to restore my appearance to what it was, how can I be sure of being able to pay?" "Brandy, I'm not about to go out on a limb for a small fortune in medical costs without some assurance that you won't bolt as soon as I've financed the initial modifications in your appearance. I can tell from your ready acceptance of looking feminine that you want to try living as a woman full-time for a while, but you also want an escape plan if you decide to return to your drab male lifestyle. Meet me halfway and I'll gladly pay for your male restoration, but only if I decided that you aren't what I want in the way of a girl Friday." Halfway --- Tom was willing to meet me halfway. What would that come to, I wondered. I had no idea what he'd paid for the doctor to enhance my lips and bosom, but I'm sure the doctor's services didn't come cheap. I didn't expect Tom to give in so easily. "I'd need to have the work on my lips and bosom reversed too, Tom." "I'll agree to guarantee only half of what I've paid him already, and it would strictly contingent upon my dissatisfaction with your job performance. If you decide to seek your fortunes elsewhere, you forfeit any signing bonus, Brandy." "You're asking me to take a big risk that the procedures won't reap irreparable damage to my body, and all you're willing to do is make me a meaningless guarantee, Tom! You've a lot more to lose defending your position in a long, drawn-out court battle and you know it. The lawyers you'll hire will cost you a third of what they'll possibly save you, maybe more." "Okay, I'll offer you a third of the initial medical costs transferred immediately into any bank account you'd like, but only if we agree to out of court arbitration terms in the event we part company during the first year for any reason. In addition, I'll pay you thirty dollars an hour plus room and board so you can amass money of your own while you're working." "Deal! Have your lawyers draw up the terms of arbitration." "Nix that, Brandy. Those vultures will have a hay day if they get wind of this. I'm counting on you to do the honorable thing, in case we don't see eye-to-eye, but no lawyers. I'd much rather deal with another layman than be confronted by a law firm with something juicy I'd rather keep close to the chest." 9. I felt like I accomplished a monumentous victory over a savvy professional businessman until I learned the medical cost of my hip and breasts implants amounted to less than thirty thousand. Still, I was ten thousand dollars richer, in the bank under my new alias: Brandy Young; aspiring career girl. My recovery from the additional procedures Tom's doctor performed at his clinic took longer than expected, but the results were spectacular, and I used my time recuperating to gain a bevy of useful insight into feminine deportment and the prevalent traits unique the fairer sex. What surprised me the most was Tom's increased attention to me. He visited me at the clinic every day while I was recuperating and brought me flowers and books to read about the clerical duties of an office employee. He was prepping me for my new job. The only demand he made of me while I recuperated was to wear the tight corsets he'd bought for me the night we finalized our agreement, my first night wearing a Merry Widow corset to bed, even if it didn't fit me very well yet. What a night that was! I marveled when the doctor finally told me everything went perfectly, and proved it to me by having the nurse lace me into the same corset I wore that night I agreed to the additional enhancements to insure my secret would be safely hidden, I was still sore from the invasive procedures, but was delighted seeing the new me reflected in a full- length mirror, with every sexy curve young women enviously covet. I filled out the "B" cups of my built-in demi bra of the corset to overflowing, with my collagen enhanced nipples on full display. The doctor assured me my modest breasts would eventually increase in size, requiring the gradual removal of the saline solution my breast implants initially contained via a nearly invisible access duct hidden under each armpit. Likewise, my enhanced derriere was as full and enticing as any real woman's. I've gotten used to the feeling of sitting on a thick pillow, once the discomfort of the introduction of the hormone releasing implants subsided. The implants added two additional inches to the width of my rump, an inch on each side, and made my waistline appear dramatically smaller. I'd adhered to a rigid diet during my recuperative stay at the clinic and the effect on my previously flabby waist was worth the effort. I'd dropped two inches from my waistline, at least, and I didn't miss my normal high carb diet after the first few weeks of what I felt was a period of cruel starvation. After becoming somewhat accustomed to the abrupt change in caloric intake, my bowels settled down and didn't need the intrusion of a daily suppository to maintain a regular digestive cycle. I sort of missed the tiny suppositories because their daily use marked my steady decline in weight and adipose fat. Even my arms and legs looked slimmer and sexier. I was becoming hopelessly enamored by my new physique. Tom seemed to like my new look, as he commented on it continually. Of course, his comments were meant to encourage me to satisfy him sexually. I frequently and adoringly resolved his needs when he came to visit me. I'd long before had already acquired a taste for his protein rich sperm. My increased attention to my health inspired Tom to resume a healthier diet, as well. The effect on his sperm count and its sweet flavor indicated his adherence to a healthier lifestyle. He even looked more handsome, with his thick wavy dark hair and his ripply musculature. His manly, muscular body occupied my mind continually when he wasn't there beside me during my recuperation, holding hands with me to assure me of his fondness for me. I'd eagerly fellate him each day as soon as he arrived to remind him of my real reason for agreeing to submit to further feminine enhancements. Oh, getting the new job was important enough to me, but the real reason was that I was falling deeply in love with Tom and would do anything within my power to show him how I felt about him. After what seemed too long, the doctor finally approved my release and declared my recuperation was complete. I could leave to assume my new duties as Tom's new assistant. As a parting gesture, my usual day nurse, Ann, with whom I'd become on a first name basis during my recovery came to my room and presented me with a gift set of six tapered golden eggs. The smallest was about a half inch in diameter and an inch or so in length and the largest was close to two inches wide and over six inches in length with a wide base attached at one end of each one of them. The set included a small bottle of lotion. "Do you know what these are for?" She asked. I looked at her shaking my head negatively. "During your prolonged stay here with us, your body adjusted to an almost totally liquid diet. As a result, these novel sex aids will help you eliminate what little solid waste you may have. You'll find the slick lotion and gentle vibrations the eggs will make when inserted and turned on will encourage you to relax your digestive system comfortably to facilitate eliminating what gases and matter that may have accumulated. You'll feel fresh and clean afterwards. Also, the gentle tickling sensation is very enjoyable, once you get used to having the eggs inside of you. Allow me to demonstrate. She put on sterile gloves and applied a small amount of lotion to her forefinger, and reached between my legs. She touched the tip of her finger to my anus, and inserted the smallest egg. It fit in much the same as the daily suppositories had, until she switched on the tiny intruder and I felt a relaxing pulse. As soon as the device began to vibrate, I clenched the muscles in my anus around it and marveled at the pleasant sensation of having something foreign in my rectum vibrate. The purpose of the device was all too obvious. "I imagine I'm supposed to replace this smallest plug with progressively larger ones until my anal canal expands sufficiently to be penetrated by Tom's erect penis without damaging it. Right?" "Trust me. You'll truly adore having your prostate's 'G' spot massaged, and Tom will be doing all the work! Since you became an unmistakably beautiful and sexy looking woman for the guy, you have the right to reap the benefits of having sex like a woman with him. You don't have a vagina like a ciswoman, and you don't intend to get one, so your anus is the tight pussy you can offer to Tom instead." "So far, I've avoided having anal sex with Tom because of my concerns about the pain involved, not to mention the disgusting aspects of encountering bodily waste. Is Tom aware of this gift you gave me?" "When Tom comes to take you home, why don't you surprise him and show the set to him like I showed it to you. Have Tom guess what they're for. I'm sure he'll know. If he's too dense to guess, show him the directions, and honey, all the batteries are included in this set. I'm sure he'll be eager to assist you to be able to accommodate him sexually back here. Maybe he'll be too eager. " I put the cover back onto the box, slipped the ribbon back on, and had Ann set it aside on the table next to my bed, with the smallest of the intruders still inside of me vibrating. I wondered how long I should leave the tiny gadget tickle my insides, and how I'd clean it off, once I took it back out. Before I could ask her, Ann explained to me that it was all up to me how long to leave it vibrate, but said she kept hers in continually with the vibrator turned off most of the time when she got her set of butt plugs in order to hasten the day she'd be able to enjoy anal sex comfortably. She added that the small amount of lotion she inserted first would make it easier to expel the teaser and any residual waste inside of me. "Washing an egg off and rinsing out the colon is done using an anal cleansing enema, similar to douching just as a woman would do to be fresh and clean inside. You can get packaged douches at any drug store. You'll want to keep your backside smelling fresh and appealing all the time, since you won't know when the mood will strike Tom to initiate having sex with you. It doesn't take much effort to entice a man. Whenever you want to have anal sex with Tom, all you'll have to do is have him get a good whiff of your floral scent. It acts like an aphrodisiac. "Oh, and don't worry your pretty little head about it. You know as well as I do that you're an attractive sex object now. That's why you had your breasts enhanced, after all. When he sees you sitting here, wearing your tight fitting corset with your plump breasts out on display, he won't need any additional incentive to want to take you to bed you right here at the clinic, but get him home first. We need this bed for someone else who's coming in for similar beauty enhancements tomorrow." "The primary reason I agreed to have my breasts augmented was to look more mature, not sexier." "You did seem a bit too young looking to be working before. You looked like you belonged in junior high school. Now, Tom doesn't have to worry about being arrested for child molestation." "I'm almost twenty. A little over a year from now, I'll become an adult, legally, and I can prove it, to you too. Here, take a look at my identity card." I showed Ann the identity card I received back in high school. "This old identity card it can't be yours. The only thing plausible on this card is the date of birth. Your first name is misspelled, the last name isn't what you used to register here at the clinic, and the current legal address is incorrect. You look nothing like the picture on this card. If I were you, I wouldn't try to use this card to gain admission to a cocktail lounge. You're old enough to drink alcohol in this state, though you really don't look old enough. I suggest you apply for a new identity card or a new driver's license with a signed affirmation from the clinic's doctor that you're officially in gender transition, and I wouldn't wait too long to do it. A cop could run you in if you show him this thing." "You're right. I forgot that Tom registered me here using his last name. I don't think he even knows my real last name." "Young isn't Tom's real last name. Young is the name of his business: The Young Business Development Services. You must have assumed Tom uses his own last name in the business's name. The firm's name merely indicates it helps fledgling businesses to get established." "I assumed Young is Tom's last name because the corsetiere who came to fit me for my corsets used it. She called me: Miss Brandy Young when she first arrived and ever since. I didn't think of correcting her because I didn't know who she was when she arrived. I assume Young must have been the name Tom used on the invoicing information he indicated when he put in the order for my corsets on line." "I hear voices coming from out in the hall. They must be the doctor's and your Tom's. Why don't you ask Tom why he used Young as your last name on the corset order?" "I think I will." Just then, the doctor and Tom joined us in my recovery room. Tom took one look at me and turned to the doctor and shook his hand energetically, thanking him profusely under his breath, but loud enough that I heard every word. That was a fine 'howdy do!' If he was so glad with how my breast enlargement turned out, why didn't he indicate his gleeful satisfaction to me, and not the doctor? They're my boobs! "Her rack looks terrific on display in that new Merry Widow of hers, doc! You did a great job." "Hey, I'm right here in the room with you two, Tom! Don't I deserve a sign of appreciation for letting the doctor do what you asked to me?" "In a moment, I have all day to show you my appreciation, Brandy. The doctor is a very busy man with other patients waiting to avail themselves of his services." He still couldn't take his eyes off of my rack. Until now, Tom only saw concealing recovery bras I wore whenever he came to visit me. Now, the top halves of my breasts were on display, nipples fully exposed in the demi-cups of my form-fitting corset. The doctor and Ann excused themselves and left us. Tom looked at me with a bright smile on his face. He asked me: "Are you glad you agreed to have the breast implants?" "I had more than breast implants done, and you know it! You paid the doctor's bill. Didn't you?" "Hey, take it easy! Give me a chance to see what's been done. I just got here. You've been hiding your new attributes behind a heavy bra and a hospital gown up until now. This is the first time I'm seeing your enhancements clearly, fully healed and ready for duty. Stand up and give me a hug, beautiful." I slid off the bed into a pair of slippers I had on the floor and went into Tom's arms, appreciating his warm embrace. "Kiss me, Tom. Show me and tell me that you love my new look. I hope I meet your discerning appearance standards adequately now. I'll never be able to resume a male role in life again. These two rockets of mine took a lot of healing, and I'm still not used to them being so ---hefty. I'll have to wear a slip under my blouses to conceal them adequately from now on, unless I go around without wearing my tight corsets, with just a waist cincher. The doctor doesn't recommend it, though. He says the corsets help define the shape of my new, wider hips, and they may shift inside of me without the constant support of a defining corset. Tom reached down below the hem of my corset with both hands and grasped the flesh of my pantied butt. "Hmm, it's nice and plump. It sticks out more, since you had the side pads added to your hips. Do you feel any different when you walk now?" "I want to swing my hips from side to side more when I walk because the pads push the cheeks of my butt together. The inserts are wider than you think and they force the flesh of my gluteus muscles to stick out more. Can you notice the difference in how my butt looks now?" "Not now, I'm busy examining how your butt feels now in my hands. You were skinny and bonier before. Now, your butt feels plump and generous, like it ought to feel. He began to move his groin up against mine and push my butt cheeks against his lower body. After a moment, he let his hands wander up to my waist. "Seems like your waist got smaller. Or, is it that your hips are that much wider now?" "They had me on a protein rich, mostly liquid diet during my recuperation. My stomach has shrunk a few inches, I think. The corset fits more comfortably now, so I don't mind the loss of a few pounds of excess weight. I can flex my spine back and forth a lot now with ease, but not so much from side except when I'm up on my feet. Then, I can swing my hips from side to side without a problem. When Miss Trudy first fitted me for the corsets, I was hardly able to bend or twist in any direction at all." "You look comfortable enough in that corset." "I haven't gone without wearing one since I got here, except for an hour or so to shower each day after the four almost invisible incisions closed. After a while, I got used to the embrace a firm corset affords. It supports my hefty bust and keeps my spine straight so I don't slouch much anymore. The doctor claims my posture improved dramatically. Even I can tell that my posture has improved. I wish the room had a three-sided mirror so I can observe it from multiple angles. Do I sound too vain to you, Tom? I can't help it. I'm full of feminine hormones from the hip implants. I feel very emotional inside at times." "If you want a three-way mirror, I'll buy you one. As for your emotional attitude, I hope you'll be more responsive to me intimately and you'll be more lady-like on the job, once you're ready to go to work in the office. I'm not rushing you, but a few of my clients are hinting that they'd like to meet you. I've been bragging to them about you, perhaps too often, but you're all that's been on my mind since you agreed to have your physical attributes enhanced. I even showed a few clients some snapshots I took of you." "Tom, you shouldn't have! I looked like a tomboy before my last round of surgeries. Your clients might guess that I was once a guy, and not a girl! I could never live being exposed as a fraud by one of them." "Maybe I shouldn't have, but I'm so proud of you now and I feel so fortunate that I found you, I have a hard time keeping my pride in check. You'd be surprised at how many of my clients express jealousy of me and want me to seek out enhanced receptionist/secretaries of their own for their front offices." "See the problem you've created? Let them find their own dedicated front office employees like me!" "I don't see it as a problem, necessarily. It's more of an opportunity. I've bragged to some about how you lack most of the typical female issues that ae so disruptive to a business." "What did you tell them, Tom?" "I told them you never have to take time off because of monthly discomfort, and you can't get pregnant because you were born without ovaries, so you're the ideal female employee. That's all. Let them think your lack of ovaries is due to some sort of birth defect and not because you're still a male, though they won't believe any of that nonsense about your being s male, once they meet you. You are a true beauty to behold and no one ever has to know about your male origins." "How are you possibly going to make good on your offers to provide them with feminine employees like me without divulging my male origins?" "Plenty of genetic women are natural tomboys. Convince them to have their fallopian tubes tied and to take male androgens to subdue their tendency to be emotionally unstable and they'll make wonderful female employees and/or companions for their employers, especially if they've had a hard time landing a good job in the past. I have nothing against real women, personally, but you know I prefer having a boy toy in my employ and in my bed." "Do you think any of your clients feel the same way you do?" "It's a possibility to consider, seeing as how some of my clients engaged my services from my posting my business cards on the bulletin boards of gay friendly establishments. It doesn't mean these businessmen are gay, necessarily, but they're open minded enough to frequent gay establishments. In such cases, the gender origins of their new female employees can be the same as yours, Brandy. "Hey, what's this gift box on the table next to your bed?" "It's a going away gift I got from Ann, the day nurse here. I met her during my last brief stay, and since then we've become good friends. I think that gift is more for you than for me, to tell the truth. Open it." Tom removed the ribbon and opened the box and closed it immediately. "Where's the smallest egg?" He asked, with a Cheshire grin on his face. "It's where it's supposed to be and it's driving me crazy right now. It's turning my insides into jelly." "Well, turn the damned thing off, why don't you?" "I didn't turn it off because if felt so good at first. I guess too much of a good thing ruins the effect after a while. Ann said I should keep the egg up inside of me to help relax my sphincter muscle because of the liquid diet I've been on. The vibrations relieve excess gas, supposedly." "The vibrations from the little egg stimulate your prostate gland so you'll get horny, Brandy. If all you want to do is relieve gas, use more gas absorptive lotion and leave the egg turned off inside of you. Eventually, the lotion will urge you to expel the little egg along with whatever solid wasted remains in your bowel. Clean up with a douche and start all over, unless the little egg slips out on its own. Then, it's time to move up to the next size larger egg in the set." "Have you read the directions that came with this gift set?" "Not with this set, but I read them on line before, so I know what the eggs are supposed to achieve." "Are you familiar with the long-term effects of my inserting progressively larger eggs in my butt?" "Of course I am. Are you opposed to using them and what the eventual results will be for any reason?" "I'm not eager, but according to Ann, I won't regret being able to accommodate you anally. She claims anal sex is the best way for girls like Ann and I to show our appreciation for making us look beautiful." "So, Ann's a girly boy too, eh? I thought so. You'd never guess she was born a male. You're aware that she's the doctor's concubine. Aren't you? His wife is aware of the doctor's predilection for extramarital sex and she encouraged the doctor to have an affair with someone discrete so she could attend to their children without interference from him. The doctor and his wife live together platonically now and each of them has a concubine for personal sexual gratification. Their intimate relationships are all mutually consensual, so they violate no laws when they occasionally swap bed mates. " "I wasn't aware of any of that, but it doesn't surprise me. Ann was often touchy feely with my enlarged breasts, claiming she was checking them for irregular bumps, but she was salivating every single time that she touched me. I sort of let her do it, but didn't let it get out of hand. Oh, I didn't mean that quip!" "We'd better get a move on. Put a blouse and skirt on over that corset so we don't have an accident on our way back home. I'm not ready to share your beauty with the rest of the world yet. I want you all to myself. I can hardly wait to get you back home. You need a jacket. It's a bit chilly out. I want to devour you with amour the first thing when we home, sweetheart." "You keep calling me your sweetheart. I thought you originally just wanted a girl Friday, Tom." "You know better, Brandy. I'm crazy for you, baby. You know that by now! Get in the car, dear." He was talking to me as if I was a woman. I liked the way he was catering to me, so I didn't say anything about it. Tom held the passenger side door of his Porsche open for me to get in and then closed it again once I was seated inside his car. He came around, got in on his side and continued. "If all I needed was a front girl to answer the phone and push paper around, I could have hired one from an agency and been done with it. That's not the reason we're here together and you know it. We've both become intimately fond of each other. Leastwise, I've become deeply devoted to you, Brandy. I'm sure you would have never agreed to become a sexy looking blonde bombshell, just to be able to sit out in front in my office or any other office as female eye candy. You're enamored with your physical changes as much as I am, and you want to optimize your ability to be sexually satisfied by me as well as become professionally competent. "All of that will come true in short order, honey. I promise." He drove across town in no time and pulled his Porsche into the building's garage with a roar of the engine, then slowed down so the neighbors in the building wouldn't file a grievance against him for making excessive noise, though it wasn't very light out, so most of the office tenants of the building were long gone by the time we arrived at the elevator. One tenant was in the elevator when its door opened, and he got a good look at me as he passed us to get to his car. "Good evening!" He called out. Tom replied in like manner, but I shied away from using a feminine response because I was afraid of screwing up. When the door of the elevator closed and the two of us were all alone, Tom asked why I wasn't polite to the gentleman who was acting very cordial toward us as he exited the elevator. "A simple 'Hi' would have been sufficient. You can't go around ignoring all the friendly people from the building. You never know who might be in the market for a cute looking piece of fluff to adorn his front office. He saw you were with me. If he has any interest in hiring a young, good looking receptionist, he'll find out where our office is and pay us a visit to learn more about you. I'll advise him that finding good looking staff is part of what our firm does for clients and we'll take it from there." "Is that your specialty, Tom: recruiting hot looking young receptionists for horny office managers?" "It's not all I do, but I think it can be a great ice breaker to get to know some of the new tenants in the building who are just starting out in business. I have a lot of expertise to offer businessmen but getting new clients requires a good way for them to come to me, rather than me beating the bushes for them." "How many young girls--- and guys have you recruited so far, Tom?" "To be honest, you're the first." "I'm deeply disappointed in you, Tom. I thought you really cared about me. Now I find out that I'm just another marketing device for your business enterprise. That shows you how na?ve a person I am. I fell for you hook, line and sinker, or is it hook, line and stinker? You are a stinker you know, for keeping me in the dark about your principle purpose for having me become a man magnet. You don't care about me at all. Do you? I'm just another prop in your business plan. "Don't ever say that, Brandy, don't even think it, because it isn't true. I don't have a position available in my firm for a guy, and you know it. You were homeless and needed a job when we first met. I took you in because of how I feel about you emotionally, not how you might be able to attract new clients for the firm. You knew damned well I'd have a serious problem explaining why I'm living with a younger guy." "You could've told people I'm your kid brother." "I have a problem lying with a straight face. Did I say that? You know what I meant. People will all see through that lie, and then they'll put two and two together and they'll figure out that we're a couple." "Is that what we ae, Tom? Are we a couple?" "Sure thing, if anybody sees you with me now, all that they'll do is believe I'm a very lucky duck to have landed a girl as cute as you are, and they'd be right. I am lucky, lucky as a guy can be." "You mean lucky as a gay guy can be. Don't you?" I'm deeply in love with you, Brandy No, if I was straight arrow, I'd ask you to have your withering plumbing rearranged to become a transwoman, indistinguishable from a ciswoman, except for your ability to become pregnant, of course. I heard that a lot of transwomen choose to marry straight guys and they choose to never divulge their male origin to their straight spouses." "So, let me get this straight, Tom, oh, that was silly of me. I mean: let me make this clearer. You intend to recruit other young gay gullible guys like me to become eye candy for the offices of your clientele." "I intend to recruit gorgeous eye candy for my clients, Brandy. They don't have to be guys. All they have to do is look sexy and act sexy while at work. They can remain virgins for all I care, if they still are virgins. What difference does it make to me, as long as they make my clients happy? Do I look like a holy roller who'll judge the people I recruit about their sexual habits? Not me, I don't throw stones at glass houses. I do whatever I believe will work out the best for me, and I believe everybody should do likewise." "Do you believe I will work out the best for you, Tom?" "No, I believe you should do whatever works out the best for you. I do have a few recommendations to make in that regard, but you're overdressed at the moment. Take off your blouse and skirt so I can take a good look at you in your Merry Widow. Buying you a dozen corsets in six different colors was probably the wisest investment I made this year. You know Miss Trudy doesn't make the corsets herself, No, she imports them from a firm in England where corsets are very popular with the transgender crowd." "I can believe it. Don't you think I should put away the gift I received from Ann today first, before I begin to do a strip tease for you, Master Tom?" Your bedroom or mine dear?" "I want to fuck your rack right here in the living room, baby. I've been dreaming about fucking it for the past month, ever since you went in to the clinic to have your breasts --- augmented. Damn, your breasts are beautiful resting comfortably in that demi-bra of the corset. They're gorgeous, absolutely gorgeous." He sat down on the couch, so I got down on my knees on the floor in front of him and undid his fly. His rigid cock sprung free and I leaned over to take the head of it into my mouth and let most of the shaft rest up against my voluminous, warm breasts. He sighed contentedly and took my ears into his hands to control my slow thrusts onto the head of his monster cock. I could tell Tom wasn't ready to feed me his rich, warm sperm yet. "Let's try something new, shall we?" He said as he pushed me away and laid down on the couch on his back. He then asked me to straddle his torso facing his rigid cock. I got up on top of him and waited for his next instruction. My big butt was so close to his face, I could feel his exhalations on it. "Suck me off now." He said. "Wrap your tits around the shaft and just suck the head of my cock, sweetheart. Take your time. I'm in no hurry. I want to feel up your plump butt while you're doing me." As I humped his cockhead with my collagen filled lips, he pulled me back and kissed each cheek near the center of my backside, right near the crack, rubbing my butt cheeks with his big warm hands. I swooned in delight from his gentle repeated kisses, and wiggled my butt in his face. Tom held me in place with his strong hands and pulled out the tiny egg from inside of my butt with his teeth. He then held me tight by the hips and stuck his tongue into my nether hole, prompting me to take a deep breath and engulf the entire length of his massive cock in my throat. He didn't move, and neither did I. After a while, he began to hump my face. I got the message and began to use my tongue on the underside of his cock to get his motor running. When he started to cum, he rammed his tongue into my anus as hard as he could and matched my rhythm, thrust for thrust. I swallowed every delicious drop of his ejaculate and hummed gleefully as he plunged his massive, erect cock as deep as he could into my willing throat. When our ardor subsided, Tom continued to stroke my ass cheeks and said. "I told you we two are a matched set. Did you enjoy being rimmed?" "Being rimmed? Is that what having someone tongue fuck an anus is called?" I asked. "I didn't know your tongue was so long, Tom. Why did you wait so long to show me how much you care? I never had my ass kissed before, either. If I knew all it takes to have you kiss my ass for me, I would have put on a sexy corset a lot sooner for you. If only I knew!" "You're fresh as a daisy, Brandy. When did you douche?" "Ann, the nurse at the clinic had me purge my bowel early this morning when I showered, in order for the doctor to check me for polyps, she claimed. He never did. When Ann presented me with my gift egg set later on, it dawned on me that she might want to entice me into having a bit of fun with her before you arrived to take me home. She's a transwoman, you know, and still has her three-piece set, like me. "Of course, if she asked, I would have refused, but she only wanted to explain how to use the vibrating eggs to eliminate excessive gas from my having been on an almost exclusive liquid diet during both of my stays at the clinic. She and the doctor are both vegans, and they tout the health benefits of avoiding red meat in the diet. They think everyone should avoid eating red meat, permanently. 10. "Yours is the only red meat I want to devour from now on, honey! Anyway, I've gotten used to being on a liquefied high protein vegetarian diet now, to slim down and increase my vitality! I hope you have a good food blender here in the apartment for me to use. You can eat whatever you'd like, if that's what you prefer, but look how much my skin has cleared up, no pimples or blemishes, and how small my slim waistline has gotten and how sleek my neck looks now. I feel a lot more energetic, too." "You seem a lot happier too, Brandy. I want you to be happy, so I don't mind whatever kind of diet you want to follow. I've been following a healthy diet, myself, but I like a nice thick juicy steak now and then. Don't get me wrong, I only crave steak occasionally." "I have an obsession for eating a very furry animal, just one in particular. It's an excellent source of liquid protein, according to Ann." "Ann, Ann, Ann! She's all you've talked about since we got home!" "Shh, calm down, Tom! She's been very helpful to me while I was physically incapacitated at the clinic, recuperating, changing the recordings I was listening to about how to be accepted as a woman. Once I came to, she's been coaching me a lot on social aspects of feminine deportment, so I can blend in with other women I meet without getting caught for being --- different. I don't know if you know it, but your doctor, who now is officially my OBG gave me an initial heavy dose of estrogen by injection, so I'd feel more feminine inside while he implanted my slow release hormone providing hip padding. Ever since then, I've been hornier than hell and want to eat you alive!" "Don't change the subject. We were talking about that nurse Ann. How close have you two gotten while you were recuperating?" "You should be grateful to Ann, because she's also been hinting about how great anal sex with you can be for a transitioning girl like me. She transitioning too, you know, but she's way ahead in her physical development. She's actively anal receptive and swears it's the best way to make love. She's convinced me anal sex doesn't have to be the least bit nasty, You know I wasn't interested in connecting that way because of the pain and ----." "You don't think I'd ever want to cause you any pain. Do you, Brandy?" "No, I don't, but when a guy gets excited he can get carried away and not realizes he's hurting a girl during sex. You can tear a girl's love tunnel or choke a girl to death with that big wand of yours if you're not careful. You have my cousins to thank for my ability to accommodate all of your manhood without gagging on it. I know how to control my gag reflex so I can enjoy giving you head. Did you ever think how it feels to me when you stick that long prong of yours deep into my gullet? I'll bet you didn't but I get off on having that luscious piece of man flesh feeding me its bland tasting ambrosia! It's like you give me a reason for being alive. Otherwise, I'd be a real loser, without any purpose whatsoever for being alive." "I'd never think of you as a loser, Brandy. You're very intelligent and you certainly turn heads now that you've agreed to become my able assistant. You'll be a big success at helping me run things around here, once you get used to what I provide to my clientele and how I go about it. I'm sure of it." "Well, with Ann's help, maybe I'll be of use to you by encouraging other male candidates to alter their appearance. Turning men's heads by looking ultra-sexy is a lot of fun, come to think of it. I'm having the time attracting men's attention. I didn't think I would at first, but once I started, I got off on causing men to bump into things because they're paying far too much attention to my walk and not enough to where they're going. I'm glad I look pretty. Not every girl can sway a man's attention like I can." "That's not the reason you're in transition, Brandy. Betting your rack and hip padding cost me a pretty penny and I'm deliriously happy with the results. I hope you don't mind helping my business grow by gracing the front office where my clients can see you and envision a similar addition to their staffs. "Certainly not, my darling, you know I'll do whatever I can to assist you, now that I have something to offer you besides my sexual ability to satisfy you sexually, Tom. Of course, not long from now, I'll be able to be more resourceful. Won't I? Hey, I'm offering to have anal sex with you, Tom? Don't you want to?" "Of course I do, you ninny." Tom knuckled me on the chin kiddingly. "I can hardly wait 'till you're ready. I'll let you decide when you are. Of course, we can always have a lot of fun with the progressively larger anal probes from your gift set in the meantime, coaxing your tush to be able to handle my girth." "Whatever do you mean, Tom? Am I to assume you will want to help me put them to use?" "Brandy, I enjoy fondling and kissing your big backside now that it resembles a woman's more, but I'd rather do it while you're being stimulated by the vibrating probes. I suppose all guys like to admire a generously endowed woman's 'satchel'. The slopes of your widening hips and the way your big tush sticks out now from the waist on down makes me want to drool. Knowing that you're going to give your anal cherry to me soon has me on pins and needles, wondering what it will be like to plow a few furrows with you. Of course, I'll make sure it's as pleasurable for you as it is for me, darling. What's fair is fair." "Why are we standing here in the hallway talking about it? Let's go we assume the missionary position now, Tom? Pick one of the bedrooms to use. There, you can fondle and kiss my boobies for me, and tongue fuck my mouth with your savage tongue while your randy cock gets big enough to replace your tongue. Later, if you're so inclined, you can titillate my big clit for me while I go down on your big, long, protein fountain. You're so masculine you can be my principle source of liquid protein for life!" Tom took me to his big bedroom, with its king size bed. "We can both be sleeping together in here from now on Brandy, since you won't be mistaken for a boy anymore. My constant fear of exposure for being gay has tormented me forever. You have no idea. Now, no one would ever guess. Now, if someone ever catches us in bed together here, they'll just think I got lucky. Yeah I got lucky for finding the prettiest girl in town. He drew me onto the bed with him. "May I begin by fondling your outstanding nipples? I love the way your corset cradles you voluminous breasts and sets them on display, like a bar maiden's in Bavaria!" "Do you really think I look that good, Tom?" "Absolutely, you're so lovely to look at now; I think you should remain a transgirl forever and never go back to being a shy lad with a dismal future." He leaned over and kissed my right nipple. We were lying side by side on the big bed. "Ew, your nipple swells up in response to being sucked on by me. Does this mean you like having me suck them, darling?" "Stop talking and kiss the other one the same way. See if it responds the same way. I've been thinking about your kissing them all the while I was in the clinic recovering. Get to work, Tom!" What a guy! Tom spent the next half-hour fondling and kissing my new almost a "C" cup breasts. It felt fantastic to have him behave so appreciatively and pay homage to them by repeating his good fortune over and over. They weren't as big as Ann's or a lot of other breasts of transwomen I have seen in porn films, but Tom seemed to think they were perfect. "Yum, what gorgeous mounds you have Brandy. Oh, baby how delectable tasting your nipples is. What's in the lotion you use, baby?" "It's a cocoa butter and licorice blend with other flavoring ingredients. It tastes good, smells nice and licorice has a lot of estrogen in it. Don't worry though. The form of estrogen in licorice converts to a male hormone when ingested by a guy, unless he's on heavy doses of feminizing hormones like I am. Eating licorice candy will put lead in your pencil, Tom. So have fun. The lotion I use to soften my skin is therefore slightly beneficial to men, not much but, then again, you don't need a lot of incentive to make love. Do you Tom?" "That all depends on the bitch I'm with. Are you my bitch in heat, Brandy? Want to roll over and let me mount you from behind like dogs do it? I don't have to penetrate your anus. I just want to have my cock ride the tight crack of your gorgeous ass." He was urging me to roll over onto my hands and knees. "But, you won't be able to fondle and kiss my nipples, that way, Tom!" "Lay down on your back. I'll get an extra pillow for you to raise you up. That way I can kiss you, fondle your breasts for you and my yearning cock can glide between those luscious twin mounds you have on your backside. It's the only way I can hold off from ravaging that tight ass of yours. I don't want to harm you, and I never will, but being patient is driving me insane." "I have a better idea, Tom. I'll lie down on my back as you say and you can sit on my chest while your raging cock is gliding up and back in the cleft between my breasts. When you glide all the way forward, I'll suck on the head of your cock for you. Come on honey; fuck me between my big breasts. You're the one who wanted me to have them built up so much. The least you can do is to use them for their intended purpose." "The original intended purpose of your getting breast implants was to convince the other tenants of the building that you're a genetic woman to enable you to live with me without my being scorned all by the homophobic idiots in this world." "That really worries you. Doesn't it Tom?" "Yes. I don't want to have fingers pointed at me everywhere I go. It would also destroy my business. Who would hire a gay person guide them in becoming successful?" "Personally Tom, since Bruce and Elton and a few other famous and highly successful individuals came out I don't think most people give being gay any thought. They live and let live, not imposing their values on others. This is the twenty first century. People have abandoned those old shackles about conformity to heterosexual values." "I wish what you suggest was true, Brandy, but a lot of people still begrudge those you are gay." "Tom, I love you so much for rescuing me from my miserable life in poverty because I thought I was less of a person for being gay. I really had a terrible opinion of myself until you came along. Thank goodness you did, and thank goodness I followed you advice. I have a much higher regard for my ability to succeed in life. Why, I can be a girl Friday in a highly regarded business advisory firm, or I can also have all these temporary modifications to my body reversed and go on my merry way as a male again, not that I'd want to revert to being a dull, high school drop-out." "Honey, I hate to tell you, but having those hormone releasing pads removed from your hips and the implants removed from your absolutely fantastic looking breasts will cost you a lot more than you can save up from your salary as my associate over the next few years." "I thought you'd pay for their removal when you tire of having me around." "I doubt if I'll tire of having you beside in my bed for some time to come Brandy, and you're bound to be indispensable in my business, once you're on display in the front office. We both have every reason in the world to continue doing what we're doing. Don't you think?" "Tom darling we both feel that we are sexually compatible and ideally suited to working as a team, but you'll reap all the benefit if your venture takes off. You're the sole owner of the company." "You don't expect me to sign over half the stock in the company. Do you?" "No, but a little ring on the third finger of my left hand with a lovely heart shaped diamond on it would insure my devotion to you and your devotion to me. Don't you think?" "How ingenious, having you as my wife would make our living together totally legitimate. Wouldn't it?" "Your financial obligation to me would also deter you from tiring of me. I'll eventually get older and a guy like you wants someone young to grace his business doorstep. If that ever happens, I want to have some assurance that you won't cast me aside like an old shoe." "Oh baby, I'd never do anything like that. You can count on in." "Yup, and someday, if you try to discard me, I can count on my divorce attorney getting me the benefit of half the value of everything you own, including that palatial gate house in the country you haven't bothered to tell me about, and half the value of what you inherited from your progenitors." "Do you think I would ever do anything to hurt you like that in any way, Brandy?" "No Tom, I don't, but I don't believe half of what I had done to change how I look is reversible, and you assured me it would be, so I want concrete assurance from you that you'll never leave me for some other young tart who was once a young, willowy, introverted lad in his late teens." "What if everything you had done will fade away and you'll look old and haggard? I need a young and good looking front office client charmer." "You'll have to hope and pray that it never happens. Won't you? My OBG ought to be able to keep me looking young and beautiful for a long time to come, and then I'll probably grow older gracefully along with you, and retire with you as your trophy wife. You can hire some younger thing then to lure your clients into doing business with you. You'll have a lot of experience finding them suitable candidates for their front offices by then. Don't you think?" "You're right, Brandy. I'm totally infatuated with how you turned out, and I was madly in love with you ever since we met that night at the --- " "Where we met and how we met doesn't matter to me, Tom. That we met and fell deeply in love does matter. It matters a lot. We owe to each other to seal the deal and continue on with as a married couple now. You wanted a cock sucking sub to grace your arm as a sexy looking princess and you got your wish granted. I needed a sugar daddy to lift me up out of the depths of poverty, and I got my wish granted. " "You're right. Let's start making plans for the big event right now." "Okay, let's do that, but not until after you show me how you like to lavish my craving tush with tongue kisses until I'm able to submit to you like a married woman in love. I won't eat a single solid thing until after the largest butt teaser glides into me with ease. I want to please you darling by offering you your heart's desire, but you have to fulfill my heart's desire in return. We shouldn't continue living together unless you're convinced marriage is the right way to go about it." "Okay, I'm convinced. What's first on your agenda?" "First I want to go shopping for a proper engagement ring and wedding band. Then, we need to find a bridal salon to pick out a simple but elegant wedding dress, unless you think Miss Trudy carries wedding dresses. She's so nice to deal with. I simply love her corsetry, now that it fits me so well.' "I'd rather we go downtown this weekend, to get the licenses taken care of and elope right afterwards. We can then spend most of our whirlwind honeymoon connected at the hip. Every girl likes to brag that her honey popped her cherry on her wedding night, you know. By the time we have the parson tie the knot, "I won't be ready to please you with anal sex for another week or so. I'm as eager as you, but let's not be in a rush and damage the goods. This is a big decision for both of us, darling. We want to be sure it's the right decision. Don't we, Tom? Do you really love me, dear?" "I do, you've convinced me to make you my wife. It's plain as day to me that you're the best thing that ever happened to me." He got down on one knee. Will you marry me, Brandy?" "Yes, yes, yes. You know I will, Tom. Let's make all the wedding plans together right away." "It's too late for us to go to the license bureau today, Brandy, and tomorrow is Sunday. Let's go the first thing Monday morning! I'm anxious to get legal transition paperwork out of the way so you can appear in public without being ridiculed. Once that stuff is taken care of, we can find a preacher or justice of the peace who'll marry us. You do want a traditional marriage, don't you with a maid of honor, bridesmaid and ushers? I want my whole family to attend. Don't you want your family to attend? I'd think I'd prefer a small church ceremony, with not too many people attending. I'll have to ask Ann to be my maid of honor and ask one or two of her transitioned girlfriends to be my bridesmaids if you want to impress your family with a church ceremony Tom. I can't think of anyone that I care to invite to our wedding. My family used me, abused me and just about threw me out in the street the day that I turned eighteen and they weren't legally responsible for me anymore. I always was a burden to them, so I can't blame them. On the other hand, no love is lost on them. The End.